I believe I’ve bashed this book into functional shape. Mostly, at least. The manuscript is 2 chapters and 2K shorter than it was before, which is a totally useless way of describing it, because it must have at least 30% new content, possibly more. The dead weight has been cut, wrong decisions by the author have been removed, and things I thought had to be that way turned out not to, so that was a lot of revising for only being 17k (now 15K) into the book. Now all I…
Author: mizkit
I love my parents.
My mother has just gotten a “Your Windows program isn’t working,” phone call. She likes to keep them on the line, apparently, so her half of the conversation is going like this: “Hello?” “Who is this?” “Oh *really*?” “My computer is already on!” “Oh no! What are you going to do about it?” “Are you sure? That’s astonishing, because I don’t use Windows. I use Ubuntu.” “It’s a different operating system. See, the thing is, Windows really *sucks*, so I don’t use it.” (Long pause, she reports in a whisper.)…
holy maple ginger fudge, batman!
I admit it: I was skeptical about maple ginger fudge. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. Holy crap, that’s amazingly good fudge. I made half the batch straight-up maple and haven’t tried it yet (because the ginger went in last, so all the fudge scraps, or as I so charmingly call them, fudge droppings, are gingery), but I’m actually betting the maple ginger is better, due to the ginger cutting some of the sweet. Wow, holy beans. That’s good stuff! I hope the lady I’ve made it for is…
i hate writing. :p
What is that saying, an author is someone who hates writing more than other people? Yeah. Like that. :p I’ve cut about 15 of the 45 pages I had on this stupid book, and probably have more or less figured out how to fix the next bit, which will return us to our regularly scheduled whatever, not that there’s been any regularly scheduled writing this year. (I said something about writing and my father, ingenuously, said, “Oh, writing? Is that what you do?” :/) On the positive side, I guess,…
nano, sort of
Sigh. It’s Day 8 of Nano and I’ve done nothing except stare miserably at a manuscript that isn’t working. I’ve known for some time that it wasn’t working, but it’s been such a busy month that I’ve been desperately hoping it was the busy-ness and not the book. But no, it’s the book. I already struck about a thousand words out of the manuscript (in half an hour, which was literally the only half hour of work I did in the month of October :p) So today I’m staring miserably…