The wire transfer went through. Lookit that, the US bank was right all along, they didn’t need a SORT or SWIFT code. I really don’t *care*, though, as long as it’s *gone through*. Now I get to pay bills. Jeez. Do I know how to have fun, or what? There was something else yesterday that made me very cheerful, but now I can’t remember what. Perhaps it was the banking thing. Oh, no, it was that I got email from my elementary school teacher–the one who told a six-year-old me…
Author: mizkit
a .very. fine mood!
I am in a very fine mood! I have written four thousand words after (and including) wrenching this chapter around to keep the scene I really liked but which was from the wrong POV, and it *works*. I have broken 60K on this book. There is a great deal of sex. (It’s ironic. I’ve been struggling with making the Old Race sexy enough, whereas TQB I’m like, “BRING IT ON, BABY” to the point of thinking, “Ok, is this next bit of boinking actually relevant enough to the plot to…
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I have begun THE QUEEN’S BASTARD. ‘Begun’ is something of a misnomer, since there were, at the beginning of the day, 49,400 words written on it. I’ve re-started it, anyway, and have managed, I think, to deal with the scene that I didn’t write because I didn’t know it needed to be there until it wasn’t, and now it is. I think it is there in sufficient quantity. If it is not, then it’s because the book needs another POV character, and it’s not lending itself to that. We’ll see…
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My first thought–the very first thought, the one that appalls me and at the same time makes perfect sense–upon seeing the devastated, blackened floors where the planes had crashed into the buildings, was not of the people who’d died, or the people who’d done this. It was of a semi-post-apocalyptic story that and I have worked on, called Legion. In that world, NYC has grown up even taller and darker than it is today, with a layer of pathways and streets high in the sky, connecting skyscrapers in a tangle…