I forgive you. Can you forgive me too?

October 23, 2008 Progress Notes:

Above

Pages today: 21.
Pages total: 237/264.

237 / 264 (89.8%)

Reason for stopping: The scenes I just did were hard. This one is going to be superlatively hard, and it's past midnight.
Tyop du Jour: All my own stupid, to think I could hit and kick and scare the one that hurt her and that'd make it okay. Cure Suck. Oh, the difference a vowel makes. My Freudian slip is showing.

Munchies: Grilled cheese sammiches, and later, caramel cream rooibos.
Books in progress: Geoff Ryman, The Child Garden.
The glamour: Dayjobbery. Which was a bit fraught today, because I felt like death this morning and don't quite know why, and that made me kind of fussy-twitchy all day.

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This song properly belongs to The Enchanted Generation, which kicked at the inside of my head like a fussy baby pretty much from the minute I said in public tonight that I wasn't doing anything writery for the next two weeks, because my brain habitually likes to make a liar out of me. And I did get a few scene outlines out of it, one right near the beginning and one about halfway into the book, but that was it; no voice yet, no real grasp on most of the characters aside from a certain sensibility, bits of mood and colour that sort of hang out in the peripheral vision of my brain.

So I went to work on Above to make it jealous.

I can't say that Enchanted Generation is jealous, but this seems to have worked out anyways. Most of chapter ten left to revise, and the epilogue. And then we're done, for now. Until the nice people tear the thing several new orifices and then hand me a needle and thread. *g*

Bed now. There is dayjobbing tomorrow, and frantic housecleaning to go with it, as hawkwing_lb is stopping by on her way to WFC early next week and it does not do to let other people know how I live in filth. :p

Scary Podcast! Oh noes!

While I did know this was coming out in theory, it kind of snuck up on me: "Furnace Room Lullaby", which originally appeared in one of the last print issues of Fantasy Magazine, is up in audio at Pseudopod this week.

They really did right by this piece: I know that the sound effects and music and everything were months in the making, and I'm really impressed at the dedication and detail the people at the Pods have.

It is a very weird thing to hear someone else reading your words, with their own sense of stress and syntax, with their own tone. It's a...half-reinvention of story. I'm sort of taking it in right now.

As per usual, enjoy! Throw panties or tomatoes!