September 28th, 2007

masturbation

i dropped thirty grand on the nugget slots. had to sell my ass on fremont street.

State of the Revision:

Page 66 of 657. 149,647 words. 9,647 words to cut.

447.9 miles to Lothlorien.

Yeah, I got nothing this morning. I'm blowing off the gym to do laundry and edit this book and take the P.C. to my Mom's place for the week, and to finish my VP reading, because it did not all get done last night.

So, thus, I give you interesting things to read elsewhere.

rezendi goes to San Quentin.

Also, via supergee, Stephen Fry on fame, fan entitlement, celebrity bad behavior, and a million other related things.

I think, as skzbrust once said to me, that SF writers have exactly the right amount of fame. I can always find somebody to talk to on the Internets, occasionally nice people send me email (Yes, I owe email. And I owe things sent to people. And I will do it after VP, because I SUCK.) and nobody ever recognizes me on the street. Or, I presume, masturbates to my author photo.

Score!
rengeek the puppet (poisoninjest)

my writing partner. let me show show you her.

truepenny: I'm also trying to figure out if I have two classes' worth of things to say about Lanyer's "Description of Cooke-ham," and if not, how I'm going to fill in the rest of the time.

matociquala: contumely?

truepenny: vile or base?

truepenny: (There's a pun in here about viol or bass, but I think maybe I won't make it.)

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bear by san

and on my deathbed i will pray to the gods and the angels

like a pagan to anyone who will take me to heaven

149,464 words. I begin to think I could probably cut the entire book....

Another way I'm getting mondo words out of this thing is by cutting the reflexive POV-grounding.

Dear Bear, you do not need to constantly say, "He noticed," or "as he had expected--"

It's a bad workshop habit. Get rid of it.

Here, go listen to Andrew Bird. It's coffeeem's fault. This song is utter crack.

bear by san

we are all basically alone.

It's probably mean of me to enjoy reading TWoP so much when I don't ever comment over there. But really, I have no idea what I would say to the cadre of Criminal Minds fans on that board who seem to think that cops and FBI agents get an enormous amount of psychological support and it's unrealistic that they would have emotional breakdowns, make bad judgment calls due to stress, got to work every day while suffering PTSD, or have problems with addiction.

Because somebody would notice and intervene!

Wonder if they've ever met a cop.

Listen. There's a hell of a good universe next door. Let's go.

I really need to stop goofing around on the internet and pack. I was hoping to get to 149,000 words first, and was close, but then I found one of the spots that needed a chunk of exposition added.

My editor's job is to follow me around with a highlighter, highlight stuff, and say "SPLAIN!"

Man, I have to take these contracts to VP and sign and mail the damned things. Argh!