June 28th, 2007

criminal minds boom

link salad, big essplosions edition

via greygirlbeast and stwish:

I really love big explosions where almost nobody gets hurt. Tunguska impact crater? Maybe possibly?

Italian researchers now think they've found a smoking gun: The 164-foot-deep Lake Cheko, located just 5 miles northwest of the epicenter of destruction.

via jlassen:

Cover art for Wastelands, edited by johnjosephadams.

The contributor list on this one makes me feel SEVERELY out of my league.

In other news, with assistance and perserverance, I have tracked down that Senor Coconut er, track. You can listen to part of it here, if you want to know why it's crack. Sadly, as much as I would like to on principle, I cannot recommend Senor Coconut's covers of "Beat It" and "Riders on the Storm."

I can, however, wholeheartedly get behind the free music Hannah Fury has up for download. Especially "Girls that Glitter Love the Dark," "Meathook," "It was her House that Killed Nessarose" (Wicked filk! as leahbobet rightly points out), "Scars" (Scarborough Faire goes to Goff Camp), and especially "Carnival Justice." Because if you wondered why the Hugo Weaving vigilante drag queen werewolf was back to both me again, that sound would be why. (And why she's gone from being a Hugo Weaving drag queen werewolf to a Hugo Weaving vigilante drag queen werewolf, which makes all the difference in cool.) (Yes, this is a character from Patience & Fortitude. Dammit, gonna need a volunteer drag queen... yes, my brain is frantically scrabbling around trying to find things that might be more itneresting than the ending of All the Windwracked Stars.)

(Which is what I need to go work on right now, alackaday.)
writing rengeek magpie mind

seen angels in the shooting galleries and heroes in the bars

Five random things make a post:

1.) Cathoair really wishes I had not found this song. (youtube)

2.) 1800 words this morning to get to the sex, and the bastards faded out on me. As well. Sorry about that.

3.) Tyop du jour: "oink and grey granite"

4.) It's harder to revise old text to anything like not sucking than just to write new less sucky text from scratch. It's like the suck gets ossified in.

Maybe it's like mustard.

Maybe I need SuckStick.

5.) And Lucy is coming to the U.S. (!)

And I held the future up to a looking glass
It bears a striking resemblance
To the embers of the past
  • Current Music
    Chris Cornell - Billie Jean
writing genocide

going to leave this brokedown palace on my hands and my knees

Are we there yet?

State of the AtWS:

word count:

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85,072 / 100,000

page count:

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379 / 400

I think that's all the beast is getting out of me today. I have a fairly firm idea of what the end of the book looks like now, and even what passes for an outline around here.* Which means that I can look at it and tell you that there are about 20 plot points to go. Or, more or less, twenty scenes, though there are always little transitions scenes and so forth that crop up. The characters WILL demand to be moved about in time and space.

I suspect this thing isn't getting done by Readercon, however, and for some reason the urgency-tofinish is not kicking in the way it usually does, so I might ease off the deathmarch a little. I am within shouting distance of the end, after all, and I don't have to kill myself to get there.

Much as I would like to have a draft of this thing....

Maybe I'm mellowing in my old age?

* casacarona, arcaedia, if I get hit by a truck before I complete the draft, the notes are in purple ink in the Moleskine with the graph-paper pages, under today's date. You know who not to give it to finish, right? *g*
rengeek kit faustus commodorified

five random things make a post, redux

And working on heavy rewrites turns me into short-attention-span Bear. Regular service will most likely resume after the draft is finished.

1.) I am out of Kelpie books. I did not need another Kelpie song now, because Kelpie songs breed Kelpie stories, and we can't currently be having that. And yet, the world sends me Kelpie songs.

He could put me high on a pedestal
He could rob me all of my shame
He could hold me under water
Till I could not remember my own name

2.) Page ~330 of the b&%k, and the party has finally assembled. You know, I've run role-playing games like that.

3.) via johnjosephadams, Wastelands Cover, Copy, TOC & Pub Date!

4.) I have gotten to the scene where Cahey makes his terrible mistake. (Yes, after saying I was quitting for the day, I went and wrote another 500 words. Because I couldn't concentrate on anything else. Even though I haven't practiced guitar in a week, and I have Netflix stuff to watch. For new readers: I always get like this around this part of the book. Aren't you glad you don't live with me?) That is why I am writing blog posts and goofing off on the internet rather than writing this scene, because it's a big giant setpiece thingy, and I am feeling blah.

In a minute, I will probably go start it anyway, because, well, I can't concentrate on anything but the book. Even the wonders of Chuzzle and Bejeweled fail to distract me.

If you think is bad, you should see what I'm like the week after I finish a first draft.

If I were any kind of a sensible writer, conscious of my image, I would delicately elide this part of the process, but what we're here for is to provide insight into the life of the working artist. So you get a front-row seat for the thrashing.

At least I have a Richard Thompson concert to distract me tomorrow night. And the damned heat has finally broken. The Presumptuous Cat is sacked out in the bedroom, which has been closed off for the past three days because it faces Southeast and whoa nellie the sun and the hot. She might forgive me for locking her away from her bed sometime this year.

5.) Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn't learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn't learn a little, at least we didn't get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn't die; so, let us all be thankful.

--Gautama Buddha