it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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Meanwhile, I'm having apple pie for dinner.

Theodora Goss on interstitial art:

To which all I can say is, once there's a foundation for it, you've missed the revolution.

Want a cupcake while you wait for the next one?

As for me? Some of my writing is litfic, some is slipstream, some is mystery, some is SF, some is fantasy. Some of it is several of the above. Categories are handy, but I'm not sure the ones described in Goss's blog entry are, you know, anything other than handwaving. I think what's going on is that the lines are blurry and getting blurrier, and it's, you know. Nothing new. Really.

About 900 words today. Not sure, because there was a big hacking-out of outline notes. Also, I did a lot of screaming at friends and thrashing and may actually have figured out what actually happens and the plot points I was missing. So I have an outline from here to the end of the book.

Except I'm still not happy with the bad guys' twist countertwist maneuver, but I will sleep on it, and it will no doubt make sense in the morning. Or I can fake it if it doesn't, because I know enough now to press on.

Words today: ~900
Words total: 62,700 (because of outline words cut)
Manuscript pages:259 of 264
Reason for stopping: Argh. Stupid book. Thinks it needs to make logical sense or something.
Stimulants: See apple pie, above. Also, a great deal of water, and a limited amount of scotch.
Mammalian assistance: flying visits from Ollie and Marlowe, snoring dog.
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