October 3, 2005
“Books are life. Everything else is just details.”
I never call, I never write. Why do you put up with me?
The truth is, I’ve had nothing interesting to say. I’ve been working constantly, watching the new TV season while catching up on housework, and generally wearing myself to a nub trying to get things done. What the hell “getting things done” will accomplish, I dunno, and I’ve decided to take a break from it. So, hi. How are you?
Actually, I do have interesting things to day, lots of them, about some family crap that happened about a month ago… but I’m not airing it here. It’ll go into a book eventually, with the details so rearranged that no one will recognize it but me. And it’s better that way.
I am having a fabulous hair day. I should take a picture and staple it to my forehead so people know how this cut is supposed to look, because most of the time it looks like a well-used broom that I have retired from household use and then, for reasons unbeknownst even to myself, secured haphazardly to my scalp. OK, maybe not quite that bad, but seriously, today the ends are curling just so and it actually looks like a haircut that someone would have gotten on purpose.
Yeah, I know you all wanted to know that.
I had a great weekend. I was still sort of quietly squeeing to myself over the Veronica Mars premiere, and I sold a co-worker on it Friday evening by describing the VAST quantities of snark to be had if she’d rent the DVDs next week. I went to see Serenity with a fun bunch of people and had yummy ice cream afterwards. I hit the library book sale and managed to find a couple of cool things without spending much money. And then I curled up with the new Gabaldon and wasn’t heard from for the rest of the weekend.
Must do that more often — remember that weekends are for fun (well, and household chores) and not for working my ass off on things that are just like my day job except I’m getting paid less to do them.
Speaking of which, I do need to spend some time and attention on this site. The archives are hosed again, and I know why, but haven’t quite figured out how to fix it just yet.
OK. Memage. First lines from works in progress. (Swiped from absolutely everyone on my LJ list.)
ââ¬ÅQuartetââ¬?
Given the choice between arriving on foot and being carried in an inescapably ostentatious litter through the streets of Tynerin, I chose to walk.
You Donââ¬â¢t Want to Know
Joanna stood at the edge of the front yard with one arm around each of her sisters and surveyed the wreckage of their house.
What Happens Next
Book 2. Looking over this, it occurs to me that I haven’t written the first scene yet. The first one in the earliest scene I have is: ââ¬ÅDude, thereââ¬â¢s no one wearing yellow over there!ââ¬? Don’t worry, it doesn’t make sense in context either.
(Kate’s book)
“I can’t approve this,” Dr. Ibarra said flatly.
Oh dear. I just realized that the family crap needs to go into this book. I have some rearranging to do. But that line is going out the window regardless, because I’m changing the reason Kate is leaving school.
(Mollyââ¬â¢s book)
Drat. I seem to be missing large chunks of this… must go through old notes. The first line I have here is the beginning of chapter 2: “Fuck.” A thought: maybe I’ll write this as a short piece instead of yet another novel. Every time I say this, it gets away from me and turns into a novel anyway, but it seems worth a try.
Other projects so far on the back burner that I won’t even call them works in progress for the purposes of the meme: the aforementioned trilogy (though I must say I finally have titles for these! good ones! but I’m not telling), the two books for Marie’s other siblings, my languishing werewolf story that I will eventually expand, and a couple of other short things that are knocking around my head but haven’t coalesced yet.
Yes, I have finishing issues. Who doesn’t.
I haven’t been writing much on any of these lately, and it occurred to me the other day why. I was looking at the list of books I’ve read this year (a habit I picked up from Lisa), and realized that I haven’t read anything new for over a month. In fact, I’ve read precisely two new books since the end of July. My story consumption has been limited to TV, and as much as I love some of those shows, it’s not the brand of crack that keeps me going.
See, I just knew that someday you’d remember that you had a blog and that you’d actually bother to write in it. :)
I want to see the picture of your fabulous hair day…and then I’d like to know which god to petition to get one myself.
I’m saddened by the fact that I recognize none of the stories you are currently working on.