First class mail.
No, I am not exaggerating. Weird, huh?
I also finished revisions to A Companion to Wolves and sent that back to Jenn to begin its search for love and publication.
Meanwhile, I am busy. Soon it will be time for that final rewrite of W&W, and the CEM of B&I will appear, and of course there's the first draft of Carnival to get done, but I'm letting my brain rest a little bit right now. I have a big old stack of ARCs and things purchased at ComiCon to read, and I'm planning on putting dents in that before I restart the novel. And I have about five books sitting in my crit queue, too.
Maybe I'll get back to Carnival in early August. I can tell--though I haven't been hit with a real solid bout of post-novel ennui re: Whiskey & Water, thankfully--that I'm not up to a novel right this second. And I have the luxury of a little time. And I can feel it cooking back there, bubbling away. The fact that my brain is in a sort of contemplative mode notwithstanding.
I've got one plot point I think I need to get sorted out before I go any further, because Robert and Vincent and Lesa did something that doesn't quite make sense to me. I mean, I know what they did, and I have some ideas of why they did it that way, but I need to understand the rationale a bit better. Damned books. Always bigger on the inside than on the outside, and they just won't fit inside one's head.
Meanwhile, I have all these books to read (I'm currently about a third of the way through Iron Council) and I have this dirigible murder mystery Batman story that wants to be written in nested digressions, and so I've got that to do, I think, if I can figure out how this structure is going to work. It's stunt writing, but hey.
Also, commissioned for two nonfic articles for Reflection's Edge. So by tomorrow, I need to figure out a fresh approach to writing about writing about court intrigue, so I can get a draft to the editrixen by the end of the week.
Also, we're done with the Chizine judging. Good stories, I gotta say. It about killed me to get a mere five out of my top eight choices, and I still regret two of the ones I was forced to drop from my final list.
And I just reread the General Goldfish story, and I really like it still. But man, it's weird.
In other news, rejection from Aeon. And some lovely fan mail on Scardown and Hammered (and a pretty vituperative Amazon review of Hammered, which I enjoyed enormously.)
And I have two boxes of books here to sign and mail to people.
You know, the work never actually stops. In fact, I'm not sure it even ever actually hits a lull.
We were among the lucky few who saw the Serenity final cut preview screening at ComiCon. No spoilers: but I have the same problem with the movie that I have with the show. Specifically, I hate Mal with a visceral passion, the sort of loathing that I normally reserve for Thomas Covenant, and I want to kill him with a shovel. I can sit there and feel myself getting another notch more irritated every time he opens his mouth, and in my ideal world, Zoe puts a bullet in the back of his head and they all live happily ever after. Which is why I will never be a browncoat, despite the other obvious merits of the program.
On the other paw, it's a lovely movie. Well-made, well-constructed, well-acted, amusingly scripted, mostly narratively sound, pretty to look at, and just don't think about the science and sociology too hard and you'll be just fine. Four stars, with half a star reserved for scientific stupidity and half a star reserved because I don't get to kill Mal with that shovel, even a little. Highly recommended. I think it comes out on Jenny's -7th birthday.
We also saw the Once And Future Henson Panel. Including a retrospective video that sailed through 50 years of puppetry in six minutes. Awesome stuff. I love me some puppets.