March 29th, 2008

criminal minds reid weep

the professor is the talker, he's the talking man

I saw the bird again on Friday, right by the Brainard Road exit off 91, where there's water on both sides of the highway. It crossed the road immediately in front of me and then paralleled traffic off to the left for as long as I had it in sight; I don't think it was more than thirty yards off. Close enough for me to see the beak and the eyes, and the irregular ragged dabs of white on the underside.

I am now 95% confident that it's a juvenile bald eagle.

Hey, dude/tte. Nice to see you.

Stay as long as you like.
rengeek skinhead fortinbras

you think you've got problems doctor?

You know, it's only just occurred to me that I'm totally not interested in writing what most of science fiction's narrower old-school critical audience seems to me to be reading for, which is the quote unquote big idea SF.

I'm interested in science fiction as a vehicle for literature, which is to say, I'm interested in using its tropes and metaphors and structures to talk about people, and tell stories. 

That's a nice thing to realize, actually. Very freeing. 

And now, back to the goddamned coal mines.

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Progress notes for 29 March 2008


New words: 1444
Microsoft wordcount: 48094
Manuscript wordcount: 57000 
Deadline: May 1
Mammalian assistance: Mostly, I was neglected 
Reason for stopping: There's nine hours of work in that six pages. It seems like a lot of effort for very little return. They're a pretty awful six pages, too, which makes me unhappy.

Also, the space bar on my damned laptop is dying. Replacement gets closer and closer.

Darling du jour: I hate every word.
Jury-rigging: Well, I figured out what Jsutien's job was. That's nice to know on page 220. Something else to fix in the next draft. Thank God writing is not a performance art.
There's always one more quirk in the character:  None of these people have personalities. Something else I hope they grow by the next draft.

Today's words Word don't know:  astrogrator, astrogation, tzaraath,
Mean Things: Parental angst
Other writing-related work: Some SU stuff. I seriously need to get some deadlines pushed back here; I'm going to have a Serious Malady of some sort otherwise. Or possible just lose my ability to communicate. Or write. Or write anything but hackwork.

Exercise: crunches, "ran" two miles. (When we say "ran," we mean "waddled.")
Miles to Lothlorien: 248.7
Guitar practice: I was low-blood-sugary, but I did practice somewhat. Poorly, because I was hungry and clumsy. God, was I clumsy today.