Progress notes for 6 June 2006:
Patience & Fortitude
New Words: 2597
Total Words: 10,343
Reason for stopping: I should not be working on this book. I should be working on that book.
Another bloody sex scene.
In point of fact, the kinkiest sex scene I have written. And, interestingly, also the sanest, and taking place in the context of the healthiest relationship I've ever written. These two are actually good for each other. Who knew I could write that?
Also. It's all plot. And I find some things out, such as that [Spoiler] is very much himself: even when I stick him in a smutfest and involve a couple of chickens and a prop cabinet, he never manages to come across as other than sweet, stubborn, and somewhat dorky. And [spoiler] is very much herself. She's very funny.
This book is going to be all about the genderfuck.
Poor whossname almost fainted on me when the research for it took me wandering around the Blowfish and Good Vibrations websites, too. Now he's trying to convince me that this really doesn't have to go to my editor.
I suspect the poor boy is really tired of his sex life being on the evening news. Somebody should have warned him that sex is not for the faint of heart.
the short story that will NOT be titled "Venom Cock"
(Actually, I'm liking "The King Cock," as rachel_swirsky suggested.)
New Words: 648
Total Words: 648
Reason for stopping: I should not be working on this short story. I should be working on that book.
New Words: 1267
Total Words: (actual / ms) 60,088/ 69,000
Deadline: August 1
Words per day to meet deadline: 554
Reason for stopping: bedtime, end of scene. Also, I am to the genocide.
60,088 / 100,000
276 / 400
Mail: A box of books from Night Shade. Yay! Oh, and my Locus came. V. nice review of Blood and Iron. Faren did indeed miss that it was set in 1997. Alas. (Not that it's stated in the book that it's set in 1997, but Peter Jennings isn't dead, the World Trade Center is still there, the WB store is still in Times Square, and the astronomy is that of 1997. I was too frelling subtle again.) (This is why Hammered has the fucking subtitles everybody bitches about, by the way, especially since it's peppered with flashbacks: damned if you do, damned if you don't.)
Doesn't matter: she liked it anyway, mostly, though she thought bits were overwritten.
And she's right.
Mean Things: Maurice lied to Closs. Or maybe to Cricket. Cricket isn't sure.
Darling du jour: I accidentally created a transporter. Sort of:
"What's to stop anyone using that as an instantaneous method of transportation?"
"Nothing," Maurice said promptly. "As long as you don't mind duplicates of people piling up all over the galaxy. Or you're willing to indulge in a little flexibility with regard to your definition of the word 'murder.'"
Tyop du jour: one leg drawl up
Books in progress: Martin Cruz Smith, Stallion Gate; Jay Lake, The Trial of Flowers
Other writing-related work: sent out contracts
The glamour!: Lo, the laptop shit the bed almost completely without warning, and right on schedule. It's two and a quarter years old. (CRITICAL DRIVE ERROR and a refusal to boot is not negotiable. Guess I call HP tomorrow.)
This is why I back up like a fool, I paid for the three-year warranty, and I have a second computer. It's not a luxury.