September 23rd, 2010

wicked fairy bowie

everyone is lucky. everyone is so kind.

Range of Ghosts Marathon Metrics, 12:09 pm 23 September 2010

Manuscript stands at: 359 / 79,008
Words added: 1508
Hours since marathon commencement: 15:51
Sleep: 9.5 (apparently, I needed that.)
Bathing: 2
Sustenance: redneck thai hot and sour soup, ginger snaps, chocolate, yogurt with maple syrup, kale chips
Tea: bancha and mint,
Liquor: A vodka cocktail, scotch
Exercise: climbed for 1 hour, some yoga, some more yoga
Distractions: Criminal Minds season premiere, lunch
Research: indigo, terror birds, range of the Eurasian jackdaw,
Mean things: the horrors of childbed
Current project: creepy fortunetellers
Darling: "I do not subscribe," Hrahima said, "to this ideal of destiny."
writing matthew

i'll go back to the city where i can be alone

Range of Ghosts Marathon Metrics, 5:25 pm 23 September 2010

This is less a marathon than a slow, agonizing grind.

Still, only a chapter and a half left to get through, and I know everything that happens in them. I'd be tempted to just abandon this thing here, except I only have three weeks to make it shine after VP.

Manuscript stands at: 364 / 80,313
Words added: 2821
Hours since marathon commencement: 21:05
Sleep: 9.5 (apparently, I needed that.)
Bathing: 2
Sustenance: redneck thai hot and sour soup (x2), ginger snaps (x2), chocolate (x2), yogurt with maple syrup, kale chips, cinnamon toast, apple
Tea: bancha and mint, coffee
Liquor: a vodka cocktail, scotch, oatmeal stout
Exercise: climbed for 1 hour, some yoga, some more yoga, archery--leaving for that nowish, in fact.
Dancing: up the walls of the world
Distractions: The Indelicates, rejection letters
Research: indigo, terror birds, range of the Eurasian jackdaw, mint plants,
Mean things: trudging across the tundra desert, mile after mile.
Current project: Get me to the other side of this wasteland. PLEASE.
writing leri loki

skin has gotten thicker but it burns the same

Man, I do not have the stamina I used to. I just kind of looked at the next scene I have to write here and decided I could bloody well do it tomorrow. So maybe it's more a relay race than a marathon.

Time was I would have just kept writing until the book was done. But this one isn't getting all rolly-downhill. Instead, it's grinding and grinding and grinding.

And I will keep grinding away at it until it is gone.

But man, this is work.

My thrilling news for the day is that Spectra is not picking up my option, which means they are not currently interested in publishing another Elizabeth Bear book, so Grail will be the last one under that name for that imprint. This does not preclude the possibility of publishing under another name, of course, and Tor will still be publishing my fantasy as Elizabeth Bear for at least the duration of the Eternal Sky trilogy.

So I may be developing a split personality, or something else entirely may be about to happen. Stay tuned!

(I considered for a couple of hours whether I should blog this or not, but since the entire purpose of this blog is window-into-the-life-of-a-working-writer*, I figured it was disingenuous not to mention it. I'm not in need of condolences, really: rejection is part of the writerly life, and this is hardly a career-killer. It's more a rite of passage, like getting remaindered or killing your first magazine.

I guess I need to get back to writing that breakout novel now.)

*Hmmm. Maybe I should have focused more on self-promotion. But that's so odious....**

**Of course, it wouldn't hurt if everybody who reads this runs out and buys four or five books...***

***kidding. Well, no, not exactly kidding. Because of course it would help. But I do not actually EXPECT it.