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And on my deathbed I will pray to the gods and the angels

Like a pagan, to anyone who will take me to heaven.

How is it that crack is illegal, but iTunes is not? Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.

05/05/05 *contemplates for a moment* Happy Cinco de Mayo.

Public Service Announcement: I am missing things on lj due to time constraints, so if there's anything I really should know about, drop me a comment, please.

mabfan on reading about places you know. (via shewhomust) (Whose lj user name always makes me think of Joanna Russ's We Who Are About To... with the second best opening line in history. [it's "...die." FWIW] )

He (mabfan, not Russ) also notes that today is the 44th anniversary of the first American space launch. Mazel Tov, Alan Shepherd, wherever you are.


Solar sail fabric (via kelliem)

scott_lynch: Memo To the Cat I Found Sleeping On My Head When I Woke Up This Morning

In an amusing side note to yesterday's publication of "And the Deep Blue Sea," yesterday was also the 17th anniversary of the PEPCON explosion mentioned in that story.

I have started reflexively using the word "little" way too much. Also, I am in the grip of "of course." Which tells me I'm uncertain about something in the book right now, because "of course" is my typed uh huh noise... and also something I write when I feel the need to reassure the reader and myself that I really do know what I'm talking about.

The of coursing got particularly bad in Carnival for a while.That book kicks me right in the narrative confidence.

Yes, this is really how my brain works normally. Yes, this is why I never seem bother writing scene transitions. Hah! Yer lucky if ya get a whip-pan, Mister!

Progress notes for 5 May 2005:

Whiskey & Water

New Words: 1,304
Total Words: 64,426
Pages: 293

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
64,426 / 160,000
(40.0%)
Reason for stopping: dead. Also, end of scene. Also, time to exercise.
Mammalian Assistance: Cat on manuscript. Again.
Stimulants: Earl Grey, and not enough of it.
Exercise: Gothercising now!
Mail: nomail
Today's words Word don't know: levade
Tyop du jour: loud enough that the whole assemblade heard him
Darling du jour: He was never less than kind to me.

Books in progress, but not at all quickly
: Ed Sanders, Tales of Beatnik Glory; Neal Stephenson, Quicksilver; Lillian Jackson Braun, The Cat Who Talked Turkey (speaking of guilty pleasures, there's one right there); Elizabeth Bear, Worldwired

Interesting research tidbits of the day:
Mt. Everett, MA. Where I once got lost for sixteen hours and an extra ten trail miles in a pounding rainstorm because my then-BF and I had last year's trail map, and, uh, they moved the AT when we weren't looking. *coughs up sleeve*

Other writing-related work: This is not properly my work, but truepenny's, because she got last licks at the manuscript--but A Companion To Wolves is in the can and on the way to l'agent. Another one, at least temporarily, bites the dust. Bye-bye, squicky, smutty fluffy talking animal companion fantasy. You're somebody else's problem now.

100 pages of Worldwired proofs went under the green pen last night. Slow and steady wins the race. Actually, I managed to get sucked into the story, and I am not hating my writing nearly as much as I usually do when I see it in print. Probably helps that it's only been about six months since I finished it; that's not enough time to work up a really resounding case of hindsight.

I must resist the urge to work the sentence, "Marley was dead to begin with" into Whiskey & Water. I must.

Well, maybe I won't.

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I've got a devil that makes Shakespeare jokes. I'm sure I can work him up to Dickens with a little prodding.
So, for those of us who are new to your journal: what was the best opening line ever?
My money's on the four-word opening sentence for Watership Down. My personal metric for an opening sentence is that it should establish tone, hint at the book's theme or central conflict, and it should hook--that is, it should get the reader asking himself questions, and reading to find out the answers.

The primroses were over. does all those things, and setting and worldbuilding too.

Also, it sounds good.
(Whose lj user name always makes me think of Joanna Russ's We Who Are About To... with the second best opening line in history. [it's "...die." FWIW] )

I always make [you] think...? I'm thrilled. (That's coming out sarcastic, but isn't. I am. Really)

And what's the best opening line in history?
Every time i see it. Honest Abe. *g*

As for your other question, see last rock.
The Lynch link made me snort tea. I have the same experience fairly regularly. Add "note to small dog: please get your paws out of my kidneys" and we're set.
I have a head-sleeping cat (Mebd). Lo, I know it well.
Read "Deep Blue Sea" yesterday. Very glad the heroine was not played by George Peppard. :D
ow about Jan Michael Vincent, pre-alcoholic decline?

Possible SPOILER ALERT

Oh, actual comment: I can't see myself being brave enough to write an open endnig like you did. When I try it, it always seems like copping out to me. But with "Deep Blue Sea", I had the same experience as when I described Martha's book yesterday: Reading it in someone else's story, it worked. It's the journey, man, not the destination. :) And making sure that no matter what happens, you win.

Re: Possible SPOILER ALERT

Or the reader wins, anyway.

That ending is one of the things that makes the story Zelaznyesque, actually. *g* As elsewhere noted, it was a trick he used to very good effect in Jack of Shadows.
BTW, J said that the compliment I should have passed on about Hammered is not that he enjoyed it (which he did) but that you are the only writer he's ever encountered to use "it might, rabbit, it might," which is something he says all the time, thus making the book Very Special.
Ack. I mean "you might, rabbit, you might..." Clearly this is his saying and not mine!
Public Service Announcement: I am missing things on lj due to time constraints, so if there's anything I really should know about, drop me a comment, please.

I had some exciting writing-related news, which isn't public, but is in a locked-down post. You may have already seen it. If so, never mind! *g*
Fifth day of the week too.

TK
oooo shiny
reflex?
I must resist the urge to work the sentence, "Marley was dead to begin with" into Whiskey & Water. I must.

I don't think you should resist that urge at all.
Are we here enabling again?

"Give in to the dark side..." Oh, never mind.
Why resist? I manage to work Donne into just about every prose work.

I'd be, ah, very surprised if Joanna Russ had an LJ. She adamantly refuses to use a computer, as she tells us every time we see her (which, admittedly, is only a couple times a year).

(Which looks namedroppy, written like that. Not supposed to be -- it's just, she's been local for a while, and Tucson writers get together for dinner every so often.)

---L.
Heee. I used to worry that talking about Steve would look namedroppy. But dude, you know, he lives here. It's not *my* fault he's famous.
*loves*
My iCrush lasted a few weeks.

Then I discovered emusic (unrestricted electronic rights). I've bought loads of music without even listening to it first (it's cheap enough to gamble), and I'm genre-jumping like I haven't for ten years (they have good reviewers).

A Wrinkle in Time starts: It was a dark and stormy night.

I think of that every year when the Bulwer-Lytton competition runs.

Lord, who has time to read reviews? I just download what the voices in my head tell me to download.

A Wrinkle in Time starts: It was a dark and stormy night.

*g*
The first draft of one of my stories began with the line "Gerber was dead to begin with." However, as published, that story now begins, "The phone call came in near the end of the day, when I had already donned my blazer and was thinking about what I wanted to make for dinner."

But in the story, Gerber is still dead. :-)
I have one that starts, "When John Keats was my age, he had been dead for seven years."

Now it's eight.
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