January 31st, 2012

writing eternal sky rog

i'll crawl to meet you if you just stay there

With my draft, or on it.

We started at noon on Sunday with 85,709 words.

Hours since draft-kill commencement: 52
Microsoft words/Pages total: 95,134/458
Manuscript words total: 116,000
Microsoft words since draft-kill commencement: ~9634 (I have deleted about a page and a half of notes)
Sustenance: Chobani passionfruit yogurt, sea salt caramel, pork cabbage dumplings, potato and pea samosas, grape tomatoes, tangerine, Swedish meatballs, mashed potatoes, salad, sticky triple-ginger gingerbread, more caramel, spicy pickles, 6-grain toast, another tangerine, artichoke hearts, edamame, bean burrito, more yogurt, half a liverwurst onion and tomato sandwich, peanut butter and jelly on almond bread, redneck wonton soup, chocolate mint cookie, more gingerbread (if you're getting the idea that I cook for the freezer and then EAT IT ALL when I'm on a writing binge, you'd be correct!), borscht, more yogurt, more samosas, turkey noodle soup, another liverwurst sandwich...
Caffeine and caffeine substitute: Upton peach with flowers black tea, "Crown me" green jasmine display tea (2 steepings), cherry green tea (from colomon and mandolinjen), Russian caravan, coffee
Tea cup: Earthbound arts GIANT TEA BOWL
Alcohol: the last tiny bit of the Laphroaig quarter-cask, some plum wine left from Christmas, wisniowka
Doses of NyQuil: 2
Phone calls from boyfriend: 1
Dancing: can't give up. can't pass out.
Games of Bejeweled: 1
Sleep: 15.5 hours
Showers: 2
Exercise: --
Mean things: Healing touch failure, unexpected autopsy, garroting, radiation poisoning, crossbowmen, your boss not kicking your ass like you expected, lack of timely antibiotic treatment, mass graves, liking somebody more than you were supposed to,
Darling: 
words Word don't know: --
Tyop: --


116000 / 120000 words. 97% done!

That fussing and fixing:

She saw the corner of his mustache twitch as he concealed a smile.

No. Like this instead:

The corner of his mustache twitched as he concealed a smile.
writing eternal sky rog

i'm old and the mirrors don't lie

With my draft, or on it.

We started at noon on Sunday with 85,709 words.

Hours since draft-kill commencement: 55.5
Microsoft words/Pages total: 96000/469
Manuscript words total: 117,250
Microsoft words since draft-kill commencement: ~10,500
Sustenance: Chobani passionfruit yogurt, sea salt caramel, pork cabbage dumplings, potato and pea samosas, grape tomatoes, tangerine, Swedish meatballs, mashed potatoes, salad, sticky triple-ginger gingerbread, more caramel, spicy pickles, 6-grain toast, another tangerine, artichoke hearts, edamame, bean burrito, more yogurt, half a liverwurst onion and tomato sandwich, peanut butter and jelly on almond bread, redneck wonton soup, chocolate mint cookie, more gingerbread, borscht, more yogurt, more samosas, turkey noodle soup, another liverwurst sandwich (this one with lettuce, onions, tomatoes, mustard on 6 grain bread), bean and bacon soup, two tiny squares of Ghirardelli that stillnotbored sent, chocolate pudding,
Caffeine and caffeine substitute: Upton peach with flowers black tea, "Crown me" green jasmine display tea (2 steepings), Cherry Republic cherry green tea (from colomon and mandolinjen), Upton Russian caravan, coffee, Mighty Leaf rooibos,
Tea cup: Earthbound arts GIANT TEA BOWL
Alcohol: the last tiny bit of the Laphroaig quarter-cask, some plum wine left from Christmas, wisniowka, the last tiny bit of Tyrconnell that hawkwing_lb left (it's time to clean out the dregs of the whisk(e)y, I guess...) 
Doses of NyQuil: 2
Phone calls from boyfriend: 1
Dancing: so I don't have to think
Games of Bejeweled: 1
Sleep: 15.5 hours
Showers: 2
Exercise: --
Mean things: Healing touch failure, unexpected autopsy, garroting, radiation poisoning, crossbowmen, your boss not kicking your ass like you expected, lack of timely antibiotic treatment, mass graves, liking somebody more than you were supposed to, loss of faith, abominations before god,
Darling: The old world hovered on vast indifferent wings over the thrust and intention of new gods.
words Word don't know: --
Tyop: --


117500 / 120000 words. 98% done!
writing literature vonnegut asshole

help me roll away this stone. show me the place. i can't move this thing alone.

Book reviews! Publishers Weekly has given a really nice positive review to Range of Ghosts.





Range of Ghosts
Elizabeth Bear. Tor, $25.99 (336p) ISBN 978-0-7653-2754-3

Bear (Ad Eternum) launches a trilogy in a fantastic new world with this compelling tale. Temur, nephew to the now-dead khan of khans, is a survivor on the losing side of a war between his relatives for the rule of the empire. Fleeing with other refugees, Temur becomes involved with a young woman named Edene, and when she is taken by blood ghosts, he swears he will stop at nothing to get her back. With the help of Samarkar, newly made wizard and Once-Princess of the land of Rasa, and Hrahima, a tiger-woman at odds with her god, Temur has a chance to win his revenge against those who took Edene and murdered an entire city, and perhaps even restore balance to the empire. Bear creates a vivid world where wizards must sacrifice their ability to procreate in order to control magic and the sky changes to reflect the gods of the land’s rulers. The strong setting and engaging characters will have readers eager for the second installment. Agent: Jennifer Jackson, Donald Maass Literary Agency. (Apr.)

Reviewed on: 01/23/2012

(They also gave a starred review to stillsostrange's third Necromancer Chronicle, The Kingdoms of Dust. Which is awesome and you will like it.)

Also, my friends Hanne Blank, Jodi Meadows, and Myke Cole all have books out today.

In other news, I made a tumblr. Yes, I mentioned that already.

In other other news, the ToC for Chicks Dig Comic Books is out, and it's a doozy. I got paid to write about Warren Ellis!

I'm not actually done with the draft, but I've hit the point where warblogging it is too exhausting and after 72 hours of straight work, I've hit the end of my undivided concentration, so expect occasional progress bars and eventually a --30--.

I have one big setpiece anticlimax to write, and then I have the climax and denouement and inevitable destruction that attends the end of book two in a trilogy--which is, after all, the nadir or crisis point of a three-act structure narrative.

Today, I wrote a short scene I had been looking forward to for about a thousand pages. That was kind of awesome.

Still hoping to be done by the end of the week, giving me a week to polish and fuss before I have to hand it in.