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(Alternate title for this post: Love is the plan, the plan is stet.)
Today I go one-on-one with the CEM of A Companion to Wolves.
I'm on p. 27, because although I cannot write while I eat dinner, I can copy-edit. There are 419 pages. (For those playing along at home, The Mirador has 772 ms pages.) I am allowed to leave things that make me dithery for
matociquala to decide. (This is the great virtue of a co-author. She saves you from yourself. Where "you" means "me.")
Last night, I remembered the tentative first line for The Sidhetown Tigers which I'd come up with Thursday night while trying to fall asleep and then completely lost.
Jefferson Finch was a lousy pitcher, but he was the best we had.
Apparently, Marigold Dempsey is a first-person narrator/protagonist. Now I know.
(It is a comfort to me that the two other novel-length projects that are at the head of the queue are both definitively third-person. So it's not that I can't write anything other than first-person; it's just that I know not to argue with what novels tell me about themselves.)
My spies tell me that there is a favorable review of "Amante Dorée" in this month's Locus, "Amante Dorée" being my alternate history transsexual New Orleans story. This makes me very happy; now all I have to do is wait for my copy of Locus to show up.
This is what writers do when we're not sticking pencils up our noses. We wait for the mail. Of course sometimes, because we have brains the size of planets, we stick pencils up our noses while we wait for the mail.
Okay. 392 pages to go. Banzai.
Today I go one-on-one with the CEM of A Companion to Wolves.
I'm on p. 27, because although I cannot write while I eat dinner, I can copy-edit. There are 419 pages. (For those playing along at home, The Mirador has 772 ms pages.) I am allowed to leave things that make me dithery for
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Last night, I remembered the tentative first line for The Sidhetown Tigers which I'd come up with Thursday night while trying to fall asleep and then completely lost.
Jefferson Finch was a lousy pitcher, but he was the best we had.
Apparently, Marigold Dempsey is a first-person narrator/protagonist. Now I know.
(It is a comfort to me that the two other novel-length projects that are at the head of the queue are both definitively third-person. So it's not that I can't write anything other than first-person; it's just that I know not to argue with what novels tell me about themselves.)
My spies tell me that there is a favorable review of "Amante Dorée" in this month's Locus, "Amante Dorée" being my alternate history transsexual New Orleans story. This makes me very happy; now all I have to do is wait for my copy of Locus to show up.
This is what writers do when we're not sticking pencils up our noses. We wait for the mail. Of course sometimes, because we have brains the size of planets, we stick pencils up our noses while we wait for the mail.
Okay. 392 pages to go. Banzai.
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Date: 2007-02-03 05:33 pm (UTC)carry on.
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Date: 2007-02-03 05:49 pm (UTC)Re: Reviews and Writer Friends
Date: 2007-02-03 06:03 pm (UTC)I almost never add anyone back, but it's not because I don't like the people who read my blog. It's because if I have more than about 22, 23 people on my reading list, LiveJournal becomes this terrible burden, and I don't read and I don't post, and it's just ugly.
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Date: 2007-02-03 11:35 pm (UTC)But sighting was made doubly cool because it was clasped between an adorable pair of black bear bookstands! Ha! Lj inside jokes. I knew I should have had my cameraphone with me. And yes... yes I did look for one of