I got back to the place I was before I stopped to go back and fix things. I’ve only lost five pages this time (which is a huge improvement: most of the other times I’ve done this on this book–and this, for those of you counting, is draft #6–I’ve lost between forty and a hundred pages). I am trusting (mostly Ted) that I’m on the right path (because the alternative is unthinkable). When I said this to Ted, he said, “Are you stuck?” No; I haven’t gotten as far as…
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I was going to start this blog posting with, “You know what I really want?”, but by the time I’d typed that, I couldn’t remember anymore. That’s either very profound or, y’know, not. :) The intarnetz are boring me. Please give me some daily read links that you like so I can investigate them!
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It has somehow gotten to be the first of December, and you know what *that* means, don’t you? Yes, that’s right, it means it’s ‘s birthday! Happy birthday, E!
proofs!
The doorbell rang at 8:15 this morning. Ted and I both thought, “Fzkng kids,” and didn’t move. A few seconds later a heavy knock came, at which point I realized it wasn’t fzking kids, it was my QUEEN’S BASTARD page proofs arriving, so I got up and couldn’t find my pants. Ted, who didn’t know the proofs were arriving, also got up, swearing, found his pants, and stomped downstairs. A broad Irish accent said, “Morphy?”, indicating I was right, and Ted signed for the proofs and I have opened them…
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V. proud of myself. Got 2/3rds of the way through the manuscript with little revisiony things (it is of course in the last 3rd (which is really the third quarter) that the real work needs to be done, but well, hell, at least I got that far) and went for a walk, upon which I saw and her father. We greeted each other briefly and then went our separate ways. My separate way happened upon the Cork Fire Brigade sucking water (via a hose) out of the river and then…