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the signs that might be omens say I'm going

Fair warning: I mostly won't be reading livejournal or answering email (or cleaning my apartment, or sleeping, or doing much of anything except these *(&^(*)& conventions that are eating up two weeks when I could be working) until the draft is done. Let's just say that I am seriously under the gun, and various things that happen between now and August 1st are not going to make it any better.

It's a good thing I'm a miracle worker.

Anyway, I need to figure out a way to dump some of this overcommitment stress, or I am going to make myself sick again. And that would be bad.

It's the day job that's going to be completely killing my schedule.

Calm down, Bear. You really only have 144 more pages to write.

...word does not know if "amorpous" is "amorphous" or "amorous." That's loffly.

Progress notes for 2 June 2006:

Undertow

New Words:  1676
Total Words: (actual wordcount / manuscript) 53,743 / 61,500
Pages: 246
Deadline: August 1
Words per day to meet deadline: 642
Reason for stopping: end of scene, company arrived

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
53,743 / 100,000
(53.7%)


Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
246 / 400
(61.5%)


Stimulants:  rose congou
Exercise:  none. I am a slug slug slug.
Mail: A novel rejection. Alas! Also, Best New Paranormal Romance wants to reprint "Follow Me Light." Woot! Go, Lovecraftian category romance.
Today's words Word don't know: anthropomorphize
Mean Things: That leg? Still broken.
Darling du jour:  Half a dozen ranids clustered before the reeds, crouched or sprawled, their green and yellow mottles almost invisible against green and yellow leaves.
Tyop du jour: a net vest hung with old treasures, pierced trophies, jingling shalls
Books in progress: Martin Cruz Smith, Stallion Gate; Jay Lake, The Trial of Flowers

Comments

It's the day job that's going to be completely killing my schedule.

They do that.

Patrons.
the signs that might be omens say I'm going

Say nice things about me, 'cuz I'm gone.
I am sorry to say that I have little good advice on stress relief--if I did I would be much less stressed myself--hope it all goes as well as humanly (or maybe even supernaturally) possible.

Cool beans on Follow Me Light! I like that story. I haven't blogged it yet (because, like, really I have no excuse), but we'll be sharing a TOC as 'Magic in a Certain Slant of Light' will be in there too.
Yay! That's an excellent story.
I hadn't read it, until this moment. Now I have. Y'know what? Bear is right. Mercifully, this is not always so (can you imagine a world in which she was always, always right?), but in this instance - whoo, yeah. Congratulations: on the anthologising of it, obviously, but mostly on the thing itself. That is so well made.
Deb, Chaz. Chaz, Deb.

Carry on.
Thank you! (And thank you for the lovely comments over on my blog too). I'm delighted that you liked it.

Bear is responsible (although unwittingly since she was talking to someone else about something else at the time) for giving me the 'thing' that made it possible for me to find the ending of this story. So she's, you know, right a lot. :-)
Yeah, I know this. It just doesn't do to tell her so too often, y'know? She'd be getting bear-headed.

But this thing about the thing you need, to finish off a story - I've just posted about this, but twice now I've found it in LJ conversations, and I've only been here a month or so. Either we are exceptionally wise & convenient to each other, or the truth is that talking & listening to other writers just does serve up the material we need, and LJ (etc, the whole internet community thing) makes it possible in a way it never was before, and you wonder just what earlier generations would have made of this, how much more we'd have if they had only had these opportunities... Sigh.
Hothousing. I totally believe in it.

Artists in groups are more productive and more innovative than artists working alone, because we push each other. The Mermaid Tavern, the Algonquin Hotel.
I would love to go to Readercon, but I have regretfully had to skip it this year. I just do not have time.
I take it back. I will be there for one day, on Saturday.

<b>if you're reading this, then _clearly_ you're not writing :D</b>

Operation Finish Undertow is GOGOGO!

Good luck. Don't forget to eat, and don't subsist entirely on sour cream and cheddar potato chips. I did this once at the end of a book. Just don't go there.

P.
About ten years ago, you posted on Usenet what I think was the best end-of-book post I have ever read. A recipe for fried brains.

I printed it out and tucked it away.
Good heavens, did I really? Well, they must have been well and truly fried. That was probably the same book. It was SO LATE. EEEEEE.

P.
eeee.

As long as it's not seven *years* late, we're all good.
*splort* Indeed. There's perspective for you!

Mine was late because of a concatenation of circumstances you aren't likely to have to worry about.

P.
Also, Best New Paranormal Romance wants to reprint "Follow Me Light."

Congratulations!
I write category romance! Yay!
Hey, do not mock the reprint! For you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup!

. . . yeah.
I wish there was some sort of system whereby I could psychically beam sleep to other people over the Internet. I am sure I could make a good living as a sleep-bank for other people, and I don't know how else 11 hours of sleep a day can be all that useful.

I'd send you a couple of hours of sleep a day if I could, thus freeing you to write a little more.
Stuff needs to come in a pill. A PILL!
Congratulations, good luck and write on! You'll be fine. *hugs*
I share with you my icon for the month of June, and into July, courtesy of rachelcaine.

And I like that idea of a sleep bank. I'd sign up for it if I could...
Oh, there is no surrendering issue here. It's "get the &*(%^*(&^%er off my desk!"

the b*&k, the b$%k, the b@#k, the b*^k...
<thinks soothing thoughts>

danke. *g*