a quick note

Been a nice day. Dad’s older sister is visiting, so Ted made us a luffly standing rib roast dinner (followed by a murderously good chocolate cake that he also made) last night, and we sat around talking until quite late, and today we went and looked at Cobh and then at Cork. :) Ted’s now off watching 300, and I’m going to do something not-computer-related as soon as I’m done posting this. Mostly I’m posting because last year I was asked to consider doing a cover quote for Lisa Shearin‘s…

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revision letters. pah.

There’s nothing like a revision letter to make you feel like you can’t write. Yes, yes, I know I rather demonstratively *can* write, and I don’t need any reassurances on the subject, it’s just that revision letters always make me feel like I might as well just fling the book into a pit and myself after it, since obviously I’m incapable of communicating what I was trying and the story is a failure and so on and so forth, even when the revisions are really fairly minor, dealing almost exclusively…

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worky worky work

Today was Fair Trade Day. There were four of us volunteering, and almost no business, so the shop looks *very* tidy and attractive now. :) On the train on the way in, the first bits of a story-ish thing that I’ve had vague plans to do something with popped into my head, so when I came home, instead of working on HoCH, I wrote 1500 words of storybits:     I was a plain child, although I did not know it at the time. It is only now, looking back at daguerreotypes…

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