November 7th, 2007

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Clinging.

My Storytellers Unplugged column for November is up.

It's about rock climbing, and Chaz (Remember Chaz? Poor Chaz. He's turning into one of Those Characters, like Jenny and Kit.) and how writing is like everything else.

And now, I need to go to the gym and the massage therapist, and pay for falling off walls last night.
rengeek fucking silence

sleep. now.

766 words written on "King Pole, Gallows Pole, Bottle Tree" this afternoon, which is more than it's seen since some time in October. Alas. It's all transition. I only have this one scene left to write, being the climactic battle, and I have no idea how to get my guys out of this.

If they get out at all.

I did figure out one thing today, at least, so that was a benefit. Tomorrow, I try to figure out another.

Next thing to do tonight is see how much exposition I can frontload into Ink & Steel to "make it stand alone better," as my editor requests. I suspect this is a futile endeavor, but I am game to try.

Man, I really do not feel like doing any of the revisions I have to do this winter. I am tired of these books, tired to the bone-weary bottom of my soul, and so freaking through with them that if I had married either one, I would be packing my overnight bag and heading to a friend's place. I've been working on both since 2002, and I'm not sure I can actually make either one better at this point: it's just rearranging the deck chairs on the Titantic.

Or, a little more cheerfully, maybe it's rearranging the deck chairs on the QEII, as I think they are both seaworthy books. I just can't imagine that the edits will actually make anything better.

Still, I am honor-bound to try.