Other stuff, including writing
Feb. 28th, 2003 03:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pameladeanStarting Chapter 4 is disconcertingly like beginning the book all over again. I don't mean that I have to think of a plot. I don't do that when I start a book. But Chapter 3 is from Deleon's viewpoint, and he is an old friend. Chapter 4 needs Thrae or Aelim or both. Eric thinks it should start with Thrae, looking at the events at the end of 3, and I am afraid that he is right. Aelim is just as daunting as Thrae, anyway, the creature. I had no idea how wedded I was to a single tight-third viewpoint. Well, I'm not doing it.
Also still pondering the Whim-Hills sequel. Eric just recently read "Owlswater" for the first time, and in talking with him about it I remembered "Winter and Rough Weather," which was supposed to be a novella that, with "Owlswater" and a third one, might make a kind of fixup novel about Shan. But it took terrifying life unto itself and then bogged down irretrievably. I just found the file with the manuscript in it. I was looking for my birth certificate, but never mind that. I haven't read it yet, but it is, however fragmentary, Secret Country history, and therefore probably germane to a sequel. At the moment I feel the main problem with a sequel -- well, aside from the difficulty of coming up with a plot outline -- is that I am afraid of Con.
I suppose this post needs footnotes. I'll be happy to elaborate if necessary.
We're having a warm sunny spell. Beryl chased Naomi down the basement stairs and then went to ground, which is very unfortunate, because in the basement she reverts to feral, and sometimes it is very difficult to get her to come back again. She has been better about coming back the last few times, so I am hopeful. Ari is sitting in the open sunny window of my office, complaining periodically and chittering at the house sparrows. I'm trying to decide whether to take my walk before or after giving Chumley his second feeding.
David got paid again. Whee! We had an interesting discussion about what to do with the money. It's insufficient to solve any major problems, and we are trying not to let its mere presence go to our heads.
I am feeling very hermetic. There are a bead-admiration event and a party tomorrow, but I am not sure I'm going to get to either. I already skipped a signing at Uncle Hugo's/Edgar's even though I knew one of the authors. Hrmph.
Pamela
Also still pondering the Whim-Hills sequel. Eric just recently read "Owlswater" for the first time, and in talking with him about it I remembered "Winter and Rough Weather," which was supposed to be a novella that, with "Owlswater" and a third one, might make a kind of fixup novel about Shan. But it took terrifying life unto itself and then bogged down irretrievably. I just found the file with the manuscript in it. I was looking for my birth certificate, but never mind that. I haven't read it yet, but it is, however fragmentary, Secret Country history, and therefore probably germane to a sequel. At the moment I feel the main problem with a sequel -- well, aside from the difficulty of coming up with a plot outline -- is that I am afraid of Con.
I suppose this post needs footnotes. I'll be happy to elaborate if necessary.
We're having a warm sunny spell. Beryl chased Naomi down the basement stairs and then went to ground, which is very unfortunate, because in the basement she reverts to feral, and sometimes it is very difficult to get her to come back again. She has been better about coming back the last few times, so I am hopeful. Ari is sitting in the open sunny window of my office, complaining periodically and chittering at the house sparrows. I'm trying to decide whether to take my walk before or after giving Chumley his second feeding.
David got paid again. Whee! We had an interesting discussion about what to do with the money. It's insufficient to solve any major problems, and we are trying not to let its mere presence go to our heads.
I am feeling very hermetic. There are a bead-admiration event and a party tomorrow, but I am not sure I'm going to get to either. I already skipped a signing at Uncle Hugo's/Edgar's even though I knew one of the authors. Hrmph.
Pamela
