, , , , and are Heroes of the Revolution. They have cleared out thousands, if not tens of thousands, of spam messages from my photo galleries on cemurphy.net, leaving it all pristine and lovely. Hopefully the Gallery upgrade will prevent further spam incursions, and if not, meh. I suppose I’ll have to turn comments off, which would be sad, although I don’t get enough to probably make it worth worrying about. Thank you guys *so* much. Wow. Good peeps, you. And props to Rhonnie and for volunteering to whack…
fleeble fleeble
Yesterday asked me about the bit where I said, “I can write two books at a time. I can’t revise one and write another at the same time.” The reason I can do one and not the other is because writing two books at once requires only two tracks in my brain. I can separate them out with relative ease, and since none of my books have voices like each other (except within a series) it’s not that hard to skim over the last chapter or so, kind of go,…
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Aside from being like pulling teeth, yesterday turned out to not be a bad writing day, wordcount wise, with some 2500 words. Today felt much less strained, but I only got about 400 words more. Go figure. Tomorrow…well, I need to eat Ted’s brain to work out some of the details for the next big bit of the story. I know what needs to happen, just not quite how. And that should take up two or three chapters and hm, hey, there might be sex! Yay sex! :) ‘course, after…
today…
Today I don’t much feel like doing this job. This is for a variety of reasons I can point at easily: I got a couple revision letters, and they always take the wind out of my sails for a few days. One’s on the propopsal for THE PRETENDER’S CROWN, and I haven’t actually really worked myself up to reading it all yet, much less responding to it, which is probably good because the opening gist made me huff (they usually do, it’s nothing personal or even bad, it’s just my…
gawd.
After several days of picking at it, I’ve finally finished chapter bleeding eleven. This has not been the prodigious writing week I hoped it’d be. It hasn’t been a total loss, either, which is good. It just hasn’t been as zmm zmm as I hoped. 36K is a long way from the 50 I was hoping I’d see. My mother has offered to make me a dress like the one on the cover of HOUSE OF CARDS if I knock off the 15 pounds I’ve re-gained by late October (before…