The good news is, it is very readable; much more so than I was afraid of while I was hacking through these scenes and thinking they were ass because they weren't atmospheric enough. Now I just have to keep it that way while I actually manage to get the plot and the characters in here among the worldbuilding.
via kaigou, chelidon posts some industry lightbulb jokes. (Steve Brust has an endlessly replenishing pocket full of these, and knock knock jokes too, but I can never remember any of them.)
And continuing our barrage of sad, true stories, SCIFICTION offers "Space Time For Springers" and The Mumpsimus blogs about it.
progress notes for 24 March 2005
New Words: No idea, but about three handwritten pages and a bunch of scribbling on the manuscript. The good news is, I think it's starting to settle into its new shape in my head, something that can maybe support the weight of another three hundred pages of manuscript. Always a challenge, that.
Total Words: -?-
Pages: 85 or so?
Reason for stopping: Pushing on! pushing on!
Mammalian Assistance: Marlowe on the manuscript
Stimulants: lime passion tea, miso, seltzer
Exercise: plans for a walk and gothercise today
Tyop du jour: n/a
Darling du jour: "...and if we do manage to overthrow the government, steal their weapons tech, and get a picture of the Prime Minister in bed with a sheep in bondage gear?" "They'll probably give you another medal you're not allowed to take home."
Books in progress: Ed Sanders, Tales of Beatnik Glory; Neal Stephenson, Quicksilver
Interesting research fact of the day: If I were in Russia, I could be at a Jethro Tull concert right now.
Other writing-related work: Apparently, I need to go after this goddamned synopsis again. Like I have any idea what happens in the middle of my books until I'm in the middle of writing it. Hey, at least I generally know how it ends. It's the getting there that's an adventure.