I didn’t write yesterday ’cause Little’s batteries were dead, so I charged her up and worked not only earlier in the day, but also on the train on the way in to Dublin. I’m now working on PHOENIX LAW, and despite having *just* finished a book, I’m really quite cheerful about the prospect of working on this one. I know what I’m doing with the next chapter, which is going to be fun, ’cause I’m bringing in somebody which 1. no one will expect and 2. will throw another wrench…
having a small bit of life
Ted and I *talked* all the way into Dublin yesterday. We haven’t had a chance to *talk* about anything for a week! He’s been off house-hunting and I’ve been neck-deep in writing. Talking was a very pleasant experience. :) Casanova was amusing. It’s not well-paced, and the print we saw was bad, but it was cute and as far as I’m concerned the entire movie paid off with one beautiful shot right near the end, so I went away from it quite happy. :) And we paused at a bookstore,…
aaaaaaand she’s off!
I have spellchecked, fixed NOTES, and sent COYOTE DREAMS off into the internet ether to land on my agent and editor’s desks. There are bits I still think need work, but overall I think I’m fairly happy with it. And I’ll get feedback and all will be well. *fwoomp* Ted and I are going to be wild and crazy and go into Dublin to *watch a movie* today. Woot woot! I wonder what kind of condition Little’s batteries are in. I don’t feel like lugging the big laptop in, but…
oh, mah hart
Rough page sketches from Ardian. He said, somewhat apologetically, “These are only roughs, the final pages will be much better.” *snort* I’m sure they will be, but wait til you see them. :) I _am_ working on a rewrite of the script, but I tell you, I’m at an utter loss as to which will work better. I’ve asked him not to do more than page roughs until I get at least the first five rewritten pages to him (tomorrow, with any luck), and I will also post the rewritten…
wow. holy shit. i did it.
Wow. Holy shit. I did it. I just finished. 442 pages. *makes a vague attempt to figure out how many new words* Oh, hell, I don’t know. About 15,000. I ended up with not less than 4000 *more* words than I started out with, and I completely rewrote at least 3 chapters. Enough; it was enough. A week ago I did not want to turn this book in. Today I am satisfied enough with it to do so. This is an enormous relief. Finishing books–even revising them–is not exactly new…