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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Somewhere there's a war, but I'm no longer in it.

Progress notes for 9 June 2006:

Patience & Fortitude

New Words: 122
Total Words:  12,023. What the hell; every single one of them is a word I don't have to write later.

Admittedly, I don't need this book until 2009. On the other hand, it might be nice to have it then.

Pages: 56
Deadline: 2009 or so.
Reason for stopping: I should not be working on this book. I should be working on that book.


New Words:  1620
Total Words: (actual / ms) 63,174 / 72,500
Pages: 290
Deadline: August 1
Words per day to meet deadline: 519
Reason for stopping: I am completely stuck on how to describe this scene of extreme carnage without it being trite, OTT, or unintentionally funny.

Current leading contender: "The carnage defied description, but the author was going to try it anyway."

Stimulants:  chamomile tea and tacos
Exercise:  none
Mail: Strange Horizons let me know they wanted to buy my April Fool's story, "Love Among the Talus." Yay!
Today's words Word don't know: tumorous, ribbiting  
Mean Things: genocide
Darling du jour: 

Closs: "I wish you wouldn't use that word. They're ranids."

Jean: "Because it's so much less racist to call them 'froggies' in Latin."

Books in progress: Martin Cruz Smith, Stallion Gate; Jay Lake, The Trial of Flowers
Interesting tidbits: Today's pretty good band you never heard of: Entrain. They have a fat horn section. What more do you want from life?

The glamour!: The bloody book is making me handwrite chunks. Carnival did that too. Also, I am having a hard time feeling the shape of this one. I'm flying blind here: building it by skill rather than instinct and reflex. It's good to be bale to do it this way, of course. but it means a lot more work now, as I grope my way in on intruments, and a lot more work on the second draft, when I have to fix all the stuff that maybe isn't so great.

Ahhh, the glamour.

Tags: progress notes, promethean age, short fiction, undertow

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