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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"So then Bear went face down in the caterpillar roll--"

I had a grand day at convergence, including two panels, one on rejectomancy that more turned into a discussion of navigating the waters of publishing, and the other one blogging as literature that wandered into politics. I spent most of the morning and afternoon down in the atrium with B&I spread out on a tabel, wreaking great mischief upon it. And all will be well, and all will be well, and all manner of things will be well.

I've got about a quarter of the paper edit done, anyway. That's a good sign. And I think it's coming together nicely. The rest of the book is much better than that one scene that was giving me fits yesterday.

Liz wants the book broken into chapters, so that's part of the process. And another part is trying to cut around 20 pages to get it down to 150K MS word count--and then there's giving it a tighter structure, as in its currently form it's very improv jazz, and in its new incarnation, it's going to be more rigidly structured.

Also, still lots of actual rewriting going on.

Vive la mort, vive la guerre, vive la legion etranger!

In other news, I was seduced by the corset purveyor today. I was petting pretties, and the next thing I knew I was roped--with a tape measure--laced in, and going "Wow, it's almost like not having back pain due to boobs at all. I'll take a gross!"

It's very pretty, anyway, and fits like a glove.

After the second panel, I went to dinner with dlandon, elisem, mrissa, porphyrin, timprov, allocthon, and various family members of those worthies who are not lj-enabled. We sort of stuffed ourselves, and I can't remember when I've laughed so hard.

And Elise made me snarf. *g* Badly.
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