New Words: 1020
Total Words: 75148 / 88000
Deadline: August 1
Words per day to meet deadline: 414
Reason for stopping: End of scene, late, tired.
If I were a different writer, I could have gotten a whole SF novel out of Lucienne and Jean and the negotiations of their relationship. But I'm not, and I didn't. Funny to be able to look at this book and see all the other books I could have written.
Stimulants: iced pomegranate tea, Lagavulin
Exercise: Gym: weights, core, cardio, stretching
Mail: Oh, a rich and bountiful day of mail. Moneys from Subterranean, the fastest reject in the world from F&SF (They rock those return times and I knew this one was coming back. It has girl cooties.), a returned countersigned contract, and Locus! Wherein Nick Gevers dismissed "Ile of Dogges" (Aeon 7) as "slight," and Tim (I'm just guessing this was Tim) Pratt proves why he's the main man. (and casacorona and arcaedia also prove their equally formidable debonair.)
From page 8:
"ELIZABETH BEAR and SARAH MONETTE sold "subversive smutty fluffy psychic-companion-animal wish-fulfillment fantasy" A Companion to Wolves to Beth Meacham at Tor via Jennifer Jackson."
Says so right there in Locus.
I'd have his babies, but Heather would kill me if I tried anything. And I eat babies.
Also, I am The Bear (sorry, Greg) in the Locus Poll writeup, which explains how other writers (*coughcough* scalzi) kicked my hiney in the first place votes, but because Locus uses one of those weird systems, Hammered won on the second-place votes. *g*
And Chains is a New and Notable book. (I'm "one of the most distinctive new voices in Science Fiction.")
That kind of takes the sting out of the crappy wordcount.
Also, pigeonhed liked Hammered.
Oh, and a Tangent review of "Ile of Dogges". Almost forgot that one.
Today's words Word don't know: mitose
Mean Things: Catastrophic, galaxy-wide network failure. Oops.
Darling du jour: He meant to be comforting. She could tell by his eyebrows.
Jerry-rigging: We have reached the portion of the novel that is very like wrestling a giant squid into a flat-rate priority mail box for later shipping. Because the squid does not want to go into the box. It has many tendrils, and is quite muscular. And it doesn't quite fit.
But you can't mail it to Topeka for $7.10 unless it goes in the box.
So into the box it must go.
We call this climax, denouement, and closure.
It's quite hard.
This book is much more plot driven than most of what I write, which is also odd. I'm used to the characters running the show.
They all have to be different. Bastards.
There's always one more quirk in the character: Nothing makes Cricket more uncomfortable than percieving vulnerability in people she's been sleeping with.
Other writing-related work: read another draft chapter of The Mirador
Books in progress: Martin Cruz Smith, Stallion Gate; Jane Austen, Pride & Prejudice
Neat stuff: via kelliem, one more step toward bionic limbs for amputees. via commodorified, a deposition from a late medieval transvestite prostitute.
The glamour!: I did dishes and cooked a chicken and did that laundry and generally waxed a lot of cats. But they were necessary cats.