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greygirlbeast) wrote2008-04-16 11:32 am
greygirlbeast) wrote2008-04-16 11:32 am
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Me, my thoughts are flower strewn.
My journal entries have been a little long-winded recently, so maybe this one will turn out shorter. Or maybe it won't. But, the sun and warm air are back. The tree outside my office window is green.
Yesterday, I did 1,216 words on Chapter One of The Red Tree. Sarah Crowe, I fear, is going to be one of my most autobiographical characters to date. The novel is being written in the form of her journal, which has been edited for publication. That might work, and it might not. Right now, I'm struggling with a desire to use "editor's" footnotes. Also, I determined yesterday that if I can write a minimum of 1,200 words a day until May 1st, I might have a chance of getting this novel done by September 1. Truthfully, I'd like to get that up to 1,500 words per day.
"The Wolf Who Cried Girl" (Sirenia Digest #24; November 2007) has been selected for the 2008 edition of Horror: The Best of the Year (edited by Stefan Dziemianowicz; Prime Books). You'll recall that "Pony" (Sirenia Digest #2; Jan. 2006; but also in Tales from the Woeful Platypus) was chosen for the 2007 edition of Horror: The Best of the Year. It pleases me that the digest is being noticed by editors.
Lots of income tax chaos yesterday, of course. Spooky handles most of that. I just sign my name on the dotted line. Regardless, it did nothing to make yesterday more pleasant. But! I went Outside! All the way to Videodrome and the market with Spooky. I was so proud of myself. Anyway, on something far more perverse than a whim, we rented Kevin Lima's latest Disney outing, Enchanted. You'll recall that, after the Oscars, I had nothing but foul words for the three songs that were nominated. I think "insipid" was one of them. Well, to my surprise, the film itself — with the songs placed in their proper context — is peculiarly charming. And bizarre. And quite charming. And, well, it just sort of works. Also, it is an extraordinarily gay movie (you know, in the homosexual sense). Amy Adams gives an absolutely toe-curlingly creepy performance as a cartoon princess come to life. Timothy Spall is always, always a joy to watch. Susan Saradon seemed to be having fun, hamming it up as the villain. And kudos to Pip the chipmunk. No, I did not smoke crack last night. I did not even have a wee glass of absinthe.
Okay. The tyrant platypus (Ornithorhynchus tyrannus) says it's time to have coffee and make some doughnuts.
Yesterday, I did 1,216 words on Chapter One of The Red Tree. Sarah Crowe, I fear, is going to be one of my most autobiographical characters to date. The novel is being written in the form of her journal, which has been edited for publication. That might work, and it might not. Right now, I'm struggling with a desire to use "editor's" footnotes. Also, I determined yesterday that if I can write a minimum of 1,200 words a day until May 1st, I might have a chance of getting this novel done by September 1. Truthfully, I'd like to get that up to 1,500 words per day.
"The Wolf Who Cried Girl" (Sirenia Digest #24; November 2007) has been selected for the 2008 edition of Horror: The Best of the Year (edited by Stefan Dziemianowicz; Prime Books). You'll recall that "Pony" (Sirenia Digest #2; Jan. 2006; but also in Tales from the Woeful Platypus) was chosen for the 2007 edition of Horror: The Best of the Year. It pleases me that the digest is being noticed by editors.
Lots of income tax chaos yesterday, of course. Spooky handles most of that. I just sign my name on the dotted line. Regardless, it did nothing to make yesterday more pleasant. But! I went Outside! All the way to Videodrome and the market with Spooky. I was so proud of myself. Anyway, on something far more perverse than a whim, we rented Kevin Lima's latest Disney outing, Enchanted. You'll recall that, after the Oscars, I had nothing but foul words for the three songs that were nominated. I think "insipid" was one of them. Well, to my surprise, the film itself — with the songs placed in their proper context — is peculiarly charming. And bizarre. And quite charming. And, well, it just sort of works. Also, it is an extraordinarily gay movie (you know, in the homosexual sense). Amy Adams gives an absolutely toe-curlingly creepy performance as a cartoon princess come to life. Timothy Spall is always, always a joy to watch. Susan Saradon seemed to be having fun, hamming it up as the villain. And kudos to Pip the chipmunk. No, I did not smoke crack last night. I did not even have a wee glass of absinthe.
Okay. The tyrant platypus (Ornithorhynchus tyrannus) says it's time to have coffee and make some doughnuts.
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Congratulations!
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Yeah, I'm being weird. I think/hope it's a good-weird.
"editor's" footnotes
Ever get in the mood to write Pratchett-style footnotes? (Or ever wonder which footnotes Gaiman wrote in Good Omens?)
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I get this weird idea when you mention this book. Thats its about this woman who won't sell her land to a group of shadowy people. I picture her on the front porch in the middle of the night. A shotgun cradled in her arms. And some sneering snarling man clutching his shoulder claiming she will be sorry. Cliche I know.
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Will this be the shortest amount of time you ever wrote a book in?
Right now, that distinction is held by the Beowulf novelization, which I wrote in about 2.5 months. But, if you want to talk about actual, real novels, my novels, the previous record in about 8 months for Low Red Moon.
I get this weird idea when you mention this book. Thats its about this woman who won't sell her land to a group of shadowy people. I picture her on the front porch in the middle of the night. A shotgun cradled in her arms. And some sneering snarling man clutching his shoulder claiming she will be sorry. Cliche I know.
You've been watching Night of the Hunter, haven't you? Anyway, no, not even close.
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Yeah I didn't think a whole novel could revolve around that idea.
Me, my thoughts are flower strewn
I have got to leave to find my way.
Watch the road and memorize
This life that pass before my eyes.
Nothing is going my way.
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Very good.
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Do I win a prize? I love that song.
Does an approving smile count as a prize? If so, yes.
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I'm horrified that there's a chipmunk named Pip in that film.
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Pip isn't a chipmunk! He's a hedgehog. A fanboy hedgehog.
I'm horrified that there's a chipmunk named Pip in that film.
Feh. "Pip" is also the nickname John Crichton gives Chiana, and it's also a Charles Dickens character, and a chipmunk in Enchanted. And who said hedgehogs could be fanboys?
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He just thinks that chipmunks are undignified.
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He just thinks that chipmunks are undignified.
Now, now. Let's not snub the 'munks.
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When you say "struggling with the desire [to use them]," I assume that you mean you're telling yourself not to. If it's not too prying a question, why not? If anyone could pull it off with panache, I believe that you could.
Likely, I will use them. But it's something I'm approaching very mindfully.
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