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Actually Getting Off My Ass and Working: All right. I'm horribly behind on a self-imposed deadline to have the last two chapters of Black Ribbon ready by Monday so that I can send the whole thing off to my agent.

(Although... technically, aren't I actually getting back on my ass, if working involves sitting in a chair?)

"If they're at all good," she said of Black Ribbon and the Fairwood Files chapters, "we will sell them." Really, she hasn't read any of my original fiction yet, unless she started perusing my Fiction Press portfolio (which I doubt), so she's basically signed me up on the basis of "Troy in Fifteen Minutes," because she is a brave, braaaaave woman.

My point is, I gots to finish this shit. I'm getting really, really nervous about it, though--not so much about what she thinks, because she's trained to spot rough diamonds; if it needs a lot more work, that won't necessarily bother her. I'm more anxious about... I don't know. I think I've fallen out of the story a bit, and I need to climb back in. This entails going back and reading it from page one, through the first three chapters, and... I can tell I've fallen out of it, because I'm afraid to read it again. I've got enough outside perspective now that I'm afraid of what I'm going to find. There were a lot of problems or nitpicks I glossed over and moved past because I was trying to crank the story out in a hurry, just to say that it was done, because that's not how I usually work, and I wanted to do things differently this time. And then I slipped and fell back into my usual pattern, which is to let things sit and ferment and not get finished. Grrr.



Random thoughts:

You know, those of us who love bad '80s music have no room to complain about anything, really, but you know your grammar obsession has gone too far when it really gets on your nerves that the chorus to "Hungry Eyes" is "I feel the magic between you and I," which is not only WRONG WRONG WRONG, but doesn't even rhyme with "eyes" anyway.

I have a lot of Galadriel icons now. I have some I haven't even put up yet. I don't know. People at JournalFen were telling me that they totally associate me with Evil Eye Galadriel, and I decided to get myself a new range of Galadriel expressions. Which is great on JournalFen, but here on LJ, it's seriously starting to eat into my icon space.



Fun stuff:

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<p><b>Actually Getting Off My Ass and Working:</b> All right. I'm horribly behind on a self-imposed deadline to have the last two chapters of Black Ribbon ready by Monday so that I can send the whole thing off to my agent.

(Although... technically, aren't I actually getting back <i>on</i> my ass, if working involves sitting in a chair?)

"If they're <i>at all</i> good," she said of Black Ribbon and the Fairwood Files chapters, "we <i>will</i> sell them." Really, she hasn't read any of my original fiction yet, unless she started perusing my Fiction Press portfolio (which I doubt), so she's basically signed me up on the basis of "Troy in Fifteen Minutes," because she is a brave, braaaaave woman.

My point is, I gots to finish this shit. I'm getting really, really nervous about it, though--not so much about what she thinks, because she's trained to spot rough diamonds; if it needs a lot more work, that won't necessarily bother her. I'm more anxious about... I don't know. I think I've fallen out of the story a bit, and I need to climb back in. This entails going back and reading it from page one, through the first three chapters, and... I can tell I've fallen out of it, because I'm afraid to read it again. I've got enough outside perspective now that I'm afraid of what I'm going to find. There were a lot of problems or nitpicks I glossed over and moved past because I was trying to crank the story out in a hurry, just to say that it was <i>done,</i> because that's not how I usually work, and I wanted to do things differently this time. And then I slipped and fell back into my usual pattern, which is to let things sit and ferment and not get finished. Grrr.



<b>Random thoughts:</b>

You know, those of us who love bad '80s music have no room to complain about anything, really, but you know your grammar obsession has gone too far when it really gets on your nerves that the chorus to "Hungry Eyes" is "I feel the magic <i>between you and I</i>," which is not only WRONG WRONG WRONG, but doesn't even rhyme with "eyes" anyway.

I have a lot of Galadriel icons now. I have some I haven't even put up yet. I don't know. People at JournalFen were telling me that they totally associate me with Evil Eye Galadriel, and I decided to get myself a new range of Galadriel expressions. Which is great on JournalFen, but here on LJ, it's seriously starting to eat into my icon space.



<b>Fun stuff:</b>

<a href="http://www.holycow.com/dreaming/stories/snow.html" title=""Snow, Glass, Apples"" target="_blank">Holy shit, Unca Neil, this is fucked up!</a>

<a href="http://www.inpassing.org/" target="_blank">I love this blog.</a> Other recommendations from the FT boards: <a href="http://www.whatsbetter.com/" target="_blank">What's Better?</a> (Top Ten: "Love, Sex, A Sense of Humor, Free Money, Making Out, The Best Thing You Can Imagine, Unlimited Wealth, Getting a Raise, Calvin & Hobbes, Romance") and <a href="http://www.tournamentofstuff.com/" target="_blank">Tournament of Stuff</a>, where owls are pitted against French onion soup and Sisyphus goes up against cat litter. I don't know.

Also: I am stuck on level two--the cherry level--of <a href="http://www.floweringnose.com" target="_blank">The Flowering Nose</a>. Dammit.<p>