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By the way, would somebody explain to my guiltmonkey that nearly half a novel in 43 days (~1K a day) is really quite a respectable rate of production? And also explain to it that the writing isn't nearly as bad as it thinks it is, nor the book as aimless, and I always have these fits of who-the-hell-do-I-think-I'm-kidding in the Dreaded Middle Of The Book, and they nevertheless usually come out okay, one way or another? And also that this book is in fact my only writing commitment remaining this year, unless I sell something, because I have already done a really amazing pile of revision and other work since January?

Thanks. The damned chimp won't listen to me, and it's uppity. *g*

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Okay.

Half a novel in 43 days (~1K a day) is really quite a respectable rate of production. And the writing isn't nearly as bad as the monkey thinks it is, nor the book aimless. You always have these fits of who-the-hell-do-you-think-you're-kidding in the Dreaded Middle Of The Book, and they nevertheless usually come out okay, one way or another. Also, this book is your only writing commitment remaining this year, unless you sell something else, because you have already done a really amazing pile of revision and other work since January.

How's that?
My hero. You are hired.
You. Guiltmonkey. Yeah, you. Here's a banana. Now go sit over there and leave this excellent writer the hell alone. Or else. No, no - there will be no explaining. I will not take any backtalk from any monkey.
See? This is why I pay you the big bucks. *cough* Or would, anyway, if I had them to pay you.

Of course, during the half an hour while I was sitting in a dark room listening to my pupils stretch, before they came and blinded me with the pocket nuclear reactor, I did figure out how WORLDWIRED ends.

Mostly.

Now I just have to, you know, write the middle. *g*
I'll talk to yours if you talk to mine.

---L.
As long as 'talk' involves a hammer, a walk-in freezer, and a woodchipper.

Send him on over.
Half a novel in 43 days? Nothing to shake a banana at! Push through that middle section and kick that monkey in his shiny red rear.

Sounds like you've had quite a good year so far.

Those damn monkeys -- they're never happy.
They're downright obnoxious, really.
Hey, Monkey! Look! Over there--a big banana!

*clobbers monkey with a big stick while his back is turned*
*hands Nicole a bigger stick*

*Or maybe a cattle prod*
Out of curiousity... who does your guiltmonkey most resemble? (I'm thinkin' of the hypernifty superdeluxe cool "Artist's Way" sort of thinking, where the voice is usually someone in your past who shrieks insults at you, tells you all sorts of codswollop and basically throws feces at anything you do well... come to think of it, probably it IS a monkey.)
Hee. Nice icon.

I don't really have anybody like that, I think--or if I did, I disregarded them. My doubting Thomas voices are all inner perfectionism.

My guilt gorilla looks a bit like the one in the old Samsonite commercials, though. He's always getting after me--"You should be writing more!"

(Anonymous)

I *told* you!

~Jodi
*snuggle* Thank you, dear heart.
There. I have dispatched the Library Goons (the ones we send after overdue books) to beat up your guilt monkey. It's a misappropriation of University resources, of course, but it's all in the name of book-production, and frankly, we wouldn't be much of a library without books.

(Learned to day that we add two miles of books every year to the collection. Honestly, I thought, "That's *it*?")
Wow. You are a Secret Master.

I love librarians. *g*
Hmmm. I wonder if guilt-gorilla fur could be spun. . .

*approaches monkey with a giant electric razor and a gleeful look on her face*
I'll even card it for you.

Hmm. Picturing your guilt-gorilla naked. Is that like picturing the audience naked?
I love you.
Do you know what kind of monkey the suck monkey is? I could try to find the appropriate predator to defend you. Most monkeys are afraid of eagles and big cats (leopards and jaguars in particular). In fact, I could send the sleeky cat of elegant prose after the suck monkey. The suck monkey will gibber from a high tree and try to fling waste, but will not dare approach for fear of the cat (who will otherwise sit in the sunlight and blink at you, and provide you with inspiration).


Well, I think the suckmonkey is a vervet. The guiltmonkey is actually a gorilla....