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BPAL: Morocco, and some revision wingeing.

Of course, the problem with rewriting this book is all the stuff that I knew was wrong with it and tried to fix the last three times I went through it. This seems to be an ongoing theme of the year, since I had a similar experience with Whiskey and Water, as you may recall.

Sigh.

I wish I were better at this writing thing. Or maybe just less ambitious. Except for the part that the books that I write that I feel in control of throughout the process, by which I mean they're well within my span of ability--Worldwired, One-Eyed Jack--I never love with the overwhelming love of the books that kick me down and run roughshod over me.

I have such a pathological relationship with my texts.

(Of course that could be why I'm so eager to excuse and even laud ambitious failures. The possibility exists that that's all I'm capable of writing.)



BPAL Description:

The intoxicating perfume of exotic incenses wafting on warm desert breezes. Arabian spices wind through a blend of warm musk, carnation, red sandalwood and cassia.

My Notes:

Vial: woodsmoke

Wet: sandalwood and carnation. Warm and woody.

Drydown: Sandalwood, mostly. Inoffensive, but not as nice as my plain sandalwood.

Dry: Sandalwood and a litle carnation.

Comments

(Of course that could be why I'm so eager to excuse and even laud ambitious failures. The possibility exists that that's all I'm capable of writing.)

Nope, sorry, you can't claim that one. I've read your work, and "failure" (whether ambitious or otherwise) doesn't describe it :) You're good. And an adrenaline junkie.
[scowls in attempted memory]

Morocco did not smell like sandalwood particularly, and carnations not at all. Morocco smelled like cedar and eucalyptus and leather and dust, dates and oranges, olives in barrells, lily and hibiscus, bay leaves and cumin and turmeric and saffron and dried roses and ras al hanout. (Leaving out things like sweat, burning trash, goats and sewage, of course.)

Not that anybody would wear that, but I don't recall seeing a carnation in my whole year there. Hmph.

It's nice to do stuff that's well within one's abilities, but stretching and learning and growing, no matter the growing pains, are what really drive a lot of folks.
I just read this, and it read like something you might have written. It's a rant about love triangles in fantasy:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/limyaael/482880.html
...alas, most of my books have love triangles in them.

Sometimes, love molecular diagrams. *g* Things rarely stay as tidy as a triangle.
I've met books with good love triangles (Or molecular diagrams -- I seem to write molecular diagrams, and I do like them) and I still agree with the points she makes.
I wish I were better at this writing thing.

Speaking (or typing, I suppose) as someone who stayed up until midnight last night to finish Worldwired (Life has been so hectic! I finally got to it.), I have to say that you're pretty darned good at this writing thing -- and this is one of those books that you don't feel you were stretching yourself with. I'm really looking forward to reading one of those!
Well, *thank* you. The egoboo is surely helpful when faced with a pile of paper....