Day Log: Editing Ice Mother
May. 3rd, 2006 10:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
abracanabra6:50 a.m. - in bed. without monkeys.
What the hell is Foundling destroying, and why won't he let me *sleep*?
9:37 a.m. - checking out new writing markets
In the guidelines for the new Fantasybookspot E-zine: "If you send fan-fiction…I will kill you!" Well, that's a good level of candor, and it made me laugh out loud to read it.
9:45 a.m.
Clearly, I'm not yet thinking, um...clearly...this morning. Now is *not* the right day to start doing critiques in hopes of getting an MPC from Critters. I would have to do ten today. Next week, I will do many critiques to boost the next chapter of Vicesteed up in the queue for critique. Hopefully, it will even get a critique (individual chapters, especially when they're not the first ones, are difficult to get critiqued)!
10:50 a.m.
I open a window and kitten comes galloping up so fast that he nearly skids out of control. Cats. High comedy. Excellent company for writers and other people who stay at home alone for long periods of time.
10:54 a.m. - doing first draft edit of "Ice Mother"
"He was a man well-worthy of a second look." Oh, puh-leeze!!! Why did I think I could be a writer again?
11:04 a.m.
Ah, pulchritudinous! The most unsexy word for 'sexy' in existence. Stumbled over en route to 'puppylike', which is a word, despite what the spellchecker thinks.
11:12 a.m.
"Later, after the sun had spent itself and so had he"
I really, really didn't want to cut this line. I thought it was clever. Unfortunately, the timing just doesn't work. Le sigh.
11:23 a.m.
Damn. If I don't focus, my attention just strays, and suddenly I'm staring into space having hypothetical conversations with people who aren't present (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
discoflamingo and molly_grrl, in case you're curious)...instead of writing. Bad Abra. No biscuit. No comments about ADD either, please. There's nothing wrong with me that a little (self-imposed) discipline won't fix.
11:31 a.m.
Wow. I was on crack when I wrote this section, wasn't I?
12:25 p.m.
I have dirt under my fingers from gardening. The Muse calls: "Did you leave me a 'meep' message?" "That was yesterday." "Oh."
No more is said on the matter.
12:32 p.m.
Another line I will mourn: "He looked like a man wondering if his pussycat had a bit of bobcat in it."
1:10 p.m. - making lunch
Oddly enough, a shake or two of curry powder really brings out the flavor of a tuna-fish sandwich. Who'da thunk it?
I mean, besides me.
1:38 p.m. - eating lunch and reading email
Interesting, world-changing news today: Vatican rethinking condom ban, and Bolivia nationalizes all gas and oil supplies.
2:01 p.m.
I put a basket in the sun. Now there is a cat in a basket in the sun. I win.
3:53 p.m.
Great. Looks like it will start raining just in time for me to have to go out in it to get to TSD. By 'great', I mean 'teh suxxx', and by 'teh suxxx', I mean "This sucks!" At least now that tournament's over, I'll only have to carry a sword and a backpack for my uniform, instead of a sword and a big equipment bag for my sparring armor.
4:20 p.m.
"Call in to see if there's work" is not a very good response when I ask whether there'll be work tomorrow. I bus. If I call in around 9 a.m., which is when I'm encouraged to, there's no way in hell I'm going to get there before 10, which is just--annoying, especially since the express bus into downtown stops running a bit after 8, I believe. Actually, I should check that out.
4:47 p.m.
Damn self-discipline, where is it when you need it? I need to do more at working at this writing thing like a job. In other words, not taking naps in the afternoon, not sleeping in past 8 (not a problem this morning), not taking an hour lunch. Not putzing around on the internet instead of writing. Sacrifices are made so that I can try to make a go of writing, not so I can laze around. I need to write more. Faster. Better.
Do we have the technology?
7:20 p.m. - Tae Soo Do
Back to regular classes, with a big sigh of relief. Yes, a big sigh of relief, spin kicks, jump spin kicks, high-low spin kicks and all. Though I still have wobbly-sword issues whenever I try to do a one-handed technique (it really sucks not having any upper-body strength--I'm thinking push-ups throughout the day and I might need to get some light weights), at least backyard practice really helped my unsheathe/sheathe skills. I haven't seen that nice couple who was looking at the house for sale since, though....
8:30 p.m. - as I step inside the yard
And now the rain starts. Most considerate of it, waiting until I was home.
10:00 p.m.ish
No livejournal! What do you mean, no livejournal!!?
What the hell is Foundling destroying, and why won't he let me *sleep*?
9:37 a.m. - checking out new writing markets
In the guidelines for the new Fantasybookspot E-zine: "If you send fan-fiction…I will kill you!" Well, that's a good level of candor, and it made me laugh out loud to read it.
9:45 a.m.
Clearly, I'm not yet thinking, um...clearly...this morning. Now is *not* the right day to start doing critiques in hopes of getting an MPC from Critters. I would have to do ten today. Next week, I will do many critiques to boost the next chapter of Vicesteed up in the queue for critique. Hopefully, it will even get a critique (individual chapters, especially when they're not the first ones, are difficult to get critiqued)!
10:50 a.m.
I open a window and kitten comes galloping up so fast that he nearly skids out of control. Cats. High comedy. Excellent company for writers and other people who stay at home alone for long periods of time.
10:54 a.m. - doing first draft edit of "Ice Mother"
"He was a man well-worthy of a second look." Oh, puh-leeze!!! Why did I think I could be a writer again?
11:04 a.m.
Ah, pulchritudinous! The most unsexy word for 'sexy' in existence. Stumbled over en route to 'puppylike', which is a word, despite what the spellchecker thinks.
11:12 a.m.
"Later, after the sun had spent itself and so had he"
I really, really didn't want to cut this line. I thought it was clever. Unfortunately, the timing just doesn't work. Le sigh.
11:23 a.m.
Damn. If I don't focus, my attention just strays, and suddenly I'm staring into space having hypothetical conversations with people who aren't present (
discoflamingo and molly_grrl, in case you're curious)...instead of writing. Bad Abra. No biscuit. No comments about ADD either, please. There's nothing wrong with me that a little (self-imposed) discipline won't fix.11:31 a.m.
Wow. I was on crack when I wrote this section, wasn't I?
When he stretched out his hand, Isabel stared at his wrists, where his shirt sleeve had pulled back. Still groggy with sleep, at first her mind could not make sense of the abrupt demarcation between the painful reddish-brown of his hands and the fishbelly-white of his forearms. He seemed to be a strange chimera of a man, a creature birthed by nightmares.
Then her mind snapped fully awake, and she saw only a balding, portly, middle-aged man with a scalded-looking tan that ended at cuff and collar. She shook his hand.
12:25 p.m.
I have dirt under my fingers from gardening. The Muse calls: "Did you leave me a 'meep' message?" "That was yesterday." "Oh."
No more is said on the matter.
12:32 p.m.
Another line I will mourn: "He looked like a man wondering if his pussycat had a bit of bobcat in it."
1:10 p.m. - making lunch
Oddly enough, a shake or two of curry powder really brings out the flavor of a tuna-fish sandwich. Who'da thunk it?
I mean, besides me.
1:38 p.m. - eating lunch and reading email
Interesting, world-changing news today: Vatican rethinking condom ban, and Bolivia nationalizes all gas and oil supplies.
2:01 p.m.
I put a basket in the sun. Now there is a cat in a basket in the sun. I win.
3:53 p.m.
Great. Looks like it will start raining just in time for me to have to go out in it to get to TSD. By 'great', I mean 'teh suxxx', and by 'teh suxxx', I mean "This sucks!" At least now that tournament's over, I'll only have to carry a sword and a backpack for my uniform, instead of a sword and a big equipment bag for my sparring armor.
4:20 p.m.
"Call in to see if there's work" is not a very good response when I ask whether there'll be work tomorrow. I bus. If I call in around 9 a.m., which is when I'm encouraged to, there's no way in hell I'm going to get there before 10, which is just--annoying, especially since the express bus into downtown stops running a bit after 8, I believe. Actually, I should check that out.
4:47 p.m.
Damn self-discipline, where is it when you need it? I need to do more at working at this writing thing like a job. In other words, not taking naps in the afternoon, not sleeping in past 8 (not a problem this morning), not taking an hour lunch. Not putzing around on the internet instead of writing. Sacrifices are made so that I can try to make a go of writing, not so I can laze around. I need to write more. Faster. Better.
Do we have the technology?
7:20 p.m. - Tae Soo Do
Back to regular classes, with a big sigh of relief. Yes, a big sigh of relief, spin kicks, jump spin kicks, high-low spin kicks and all. Though I still have wobbly-sword issues whenever I try to do a one-handed technique (it really sucks not having any upper-body strength--I'm thinking push-ups throughout the day and I might need to get some light weights), at least backyard practice really helped my unsheathe/sheathe skills. I haven't seen that nice couple who was looking at the house for sale since, though....
8:30 p.m. - as I step inside the yard
And now the rain starts. Most considerate of it, waiting until I was home.
10:00 p.m.ish
No livejournal! What do you mean, no livejournal!!?