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
Mammalian Assistance: Cat on manuscript. Again.
Stimulants: Earl Grey, and not enough of it.
Exercise: Gothercising now!
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.