Word.

Just home from a literal full day at Word on the Street, which was fun and interesting and happy-making as usual. I got to see a whole bunch of people (partners in book-festivaling ksumnersmith and thesandtiger; occasional partner in on her lunch break dolphin__girl; cszego and Lorna Toolis at the Merrill Collection table, and Allan Weiss beside it; delta_november and jo_etal for the first time since Worldcon; jack_yoniga, kelpqueen, davidnickle, and Claude Lalumiere at the Chizine Press table; Stephen Geigen-Miller and Greg Beettam for like the first time in forever). This is good, because I have been hermiting like a hermiting thing since Worldcon and it was good and refreshing and fun to see my peoples.

There was Eggs Benedict and vanilla rose white tea for late lunch. And there were books.

The haul:

Utopia: Towards a New Toronto, Jason McBride and Alana Wilcox, eds.
The City Man, Howard Akler (For my small-yet-growing collection of books set in Toronto.)
Lemon, Cordelia Strube (Because hey, I like about 75% of what Coach House Press puts out.)
Faces on Places: A Grotesque Tour of Toronto, Terry Murray (This was five bucks and is about gargoyles. That is awesome.)
This Will All End In Tears, Joe Ollmann (graphic novel)
Xeno's Arrow vol. 1, Greg Beettam and Stephen Geigen-Miller (also graphic novel)

This filled up a tote bag in a comforting kind of way. I went pretty local and CanLitty this year, but hey, that's what Word on the Street is good for. I am left slightly sweaty and with that good pull in my legs from all the walking, flush with reading material, and fully pleased with my lot in life.

Now? I think I shall go find some novel or other that needs poking. Tonight is a night for words. :)

I've seen that door. And I've walked through it both ways before.

I have come to understand why authors write proposals. You write the proposal for the editor, sure, but you also write it to get the idea out of your head; so it'll stop haunting your footsteps, whispering in your ear; so you can stop catching yourself humming its songs in the laundry room and get back to the thing you're supposed to be writing.

That being said.

September 27, 2009 Progress Notes:

Indestructible

Words today: 100.
Words total: 100.
Reason for stopping: This is snippet and outline and notes and arguments. I'm not ready to actually start writing yet, thus the token wordcount. That's what I've got in snippets and paragraph-ends. The notes are considerably longer.

Darling du Jour: No darling.

Mean Things: The Highway of Tears. The BC Missing Women Investigation. And having to find out the bad news thirdhand.

Books in progress: Daniel Rabuzzi, The Choir Boats.
The glamour: ...actually? This is the glamour right here.

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It has character names and thematics, and some soundtrack and an argument, and the outline of the first chapter although the third scene thereof is under debate.

I made it an icon.

I guess it's a book.