I was just sorting through boxes of books and realized/discovered I have about a zillion copies of THE PHOENIX LAW and a number of copies of FIREBIRD DECEPTION sitting around, and thought perhaps I’d have a sudden random book give-away. Leave a comment with some kind of story or reason as to why I should send you a copy of one, or even *both*, of the books, and I’ll send out copies to the top three or five or so that strike me as funniest or cleverest or something-else-est. :)…
At Tara in this fateful hour…
Madeleine L’Engle has died. I was about ten, maybe eleven, when I first read A WRINKLE IN TIME. It’s early in my perception of reading fantasy, at least, so I could’ve been as young as eight or nine. And as I was sitting here reading ‘s tribute, I was becoming slightly frantic, thinking, no, no, that’s not it, that’s not the *right* poem, that’s not the one I remember… I had not thought of this poem in many, many years, but it was one of two pieces from fantasy novels…
worky worky work
Arright. I’ve determined where I went wrong. I think mostly it’s a case of going wrong in so far as I can probably use most of what I’ve done, just not for another fifty pages or so. I’ve figured out how to fix the major thing that was causing me mental strife and which in turn has caused the problem (and it’s a stupidly easy fix), and while I will no doubt run into more problems along the way, well, hey, at least I figured out how to fix one…
well, crap.
I revised one chapter this morning, then read the next two to see what I had to do in order to get them up to spec so that my book could suddenly be THREE HUNDRED! AND TWENTY! PAGES! LONG! With a growing sense of doom, I realized that what I had to do was throw them out and write new ones. I *hate* that. I really, *really* like these chapters. I really, *really* want to keep them. But as they stand, they make Event A a relatively unimportant one, when…
existential angst
I called my folks to see what was up, since they don’t have net access right now. The line got hung up, and Dad, on his end, said, “Are you there?” and I wasn’t! I, on my end, said, “Am I here?” And I wasn’t! I said that to Dad when we reconnected, and he started laughing, and then I heard how it sounded, and I started laughing. *laughs more* I seem to be back now, just in case anyone was concerned. :)