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EDITED TO ADD:
I seem to have conveyed the impression that Fourth Street was mean to me, or contained people who were mean to me, or that the convention disappointed me in some way. This is not at all what I meant. It was a wonderful convention and I am very much looking forward to the next one, when I will be forewarned about the contents of my head and able to deal with them with more equanimity.
I keep starting LJ entries and abandoning them because I get into convoluted descriptions of events I'm trying just to list sparsely.
Come to think of it, that's a lot of my problem with this book. Finding a shape to put the first volume into has been exceptionally difficult, but I think I have finally found it a nice Jello mold, in an abstract shape that might be a library, or a unicorn, or an emotional situation. I have not, however, really made the text any shorter. Once I'm done with writing the (new) last chapter, I'll go over the whole thing from start to finish and see if anything can be cut. I'm talking about entire paragraphs, not a stray word here and there.
Other things I've done this summer have included:
Attending Fourth Street Fantasy Convention. It was good for my writing and my brain, but dealt a number of emotional and intellectual blows that I'm still wrestling with.
Gone to Itasca State Park with Raphael. We had never before seen so many dragonflies there. They were flying up from the road as we drove along, every few feet.
Coopted Eric to help me make gobi paratha for David, a fulfilling a rather old promise.
Hiked in Wild River and St. Croix State Parks with Raphael.
Gone to Pike Island with Eric.
Cursed the book a lot. I had better get back to this, as the deadline for Volume 1 approaches and I still have no title. My editor may yet be sorry that she made a CERTAIN ALLEGEDLY HUMOROUS REMARK ABOUT WHAT I SHOULD CALL BOTH VOLUMES. I mumble darkly and return to my toil.
I do read LJ and do think about all of you.
Pamela
I seem to have conveyed the impression that Fourth Street was mean to me, or contained people who were mean to me, or that the convention disappointed me in some way. This is not at all what I meant. It was a wonderful convention and I am very much looking forward to the next one, when I will be forewarned about the contents of my head and able to deal with them with more equanimity.
I keep starting LJ entries and abandoning them because I get into convoluted descriptions of events I'm trying just to list sparsely.
Come to think of it, that's a lot of my problem with this book. Finding a shape to put the first volume into has been exceptionally difficult, but I think I have finally found it a nice Jello mold, in an abstract shape that might be a library, or a unicorn, or an emotional situation. I have not, however, really made the text any shorter. Once I'm done with writing the (new) last chapter, I'll go over the whole thing from start to finish and see if anything can be cut. I'm talking about entire paragraphs, not a stray word here and there.
Other things I've done this summer have included:
Attending Fourth Street Fantasy Convention. It was good for my writing and my brain, but dealt a number of emotional and intellectual blows that I'm still wrestling with.
Gone to Itasca State Park with Raphael. We had never before seen so many dragonflies there. They were flying up from the road as we drove along, every few feet.
Coopted Eric to help me make gobi paratha for David, a fulfilling a rather old promise.
Hiked in Wild River and St. Croix State Parks with Raphael.
Gone to Pike Island with Eric.
Cursed the book a lot. I had better get back to this, as the deadline for Volume 1 approaches and I still have no title. My editor may yet be sorry that she made a CERTAIN ALLEGEDLY HUMOROUS REMARK ABOUT WHAT I SHOULD CALL BOTH VOLUMES. I mumble darkly and return to my toil.
I do read LJ and do think about all of you.
Pamela
