On a sufficiently different note from the last entry I thought it warranted its own, Mom reminded me that today would have been my grandfather’s 100th birthday. He was a poet and a writer and a terrible old grump, and believed that the best way to get to know somebody was to get into an argument with him. He lived with us my whole life, so a person learned to defend an argument pretty early in my house. :) He emigrated from County Tyrone in 1927, two months after he…
big ship!
The first big ship of the season, the Constellation, was in Cobh today, and there must’ve been three or four hundred people who turned out to see it off, all of them spread all the way up and down the town’s waterfront. I’d been meaning to check to see when it’d be in, to see if there was any fuss about seeing it off, but only saw it out of pure chance, so I was totally ridiculously happy to catch it. And there was fuss, with a band playing and…
and this, my friends…
…this is the sound of the author slamming into a brick wall. Me, I have to do significant edits on paper. I’ve been able to add a couple scenes in, tighten up a bunch of writing, relatively minor stuff of that ilk, on screen, and I hadn’t really thought about having to take the printout and start really marking it up now that I have a clearer idea of what I’m doing with the story. I got through chapter 5 that way, and midway through chapter 6 went WHAM: too…
revision report
Four chapters in, and I’ve cut about 3500 words, I think, and added … well. Current wordcount is only 1000 words shy of what the original wordcount is, so if I’ve cut that much, I’ve added another 2500. (I hate trying to figure out wordcounts for revisions.) Thus far it’s been about small edits that tighten things up, and changing a handful of minor yet significant details which will cumulatively change the feel and direction of the entire book. I think out of all the books I wrote/edited heavily last…
Wow.
Wow. I just got the most incredible fan mail from a woman who read COYOTE last night. The idea of everyone having an inner garden really resonated with her, and she sat down and had a think about what her own might be like, and wrote this beautiful, evocative description and sent it to me, and I’m just … *wow*. *Wow*. I’ll be over here with a stunned look and a stupid, stupid grin, thanks very much. *beams* miles to Minas Tirith: 72