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Aug. 16th, 2011 11:55 pmAugust 16, 2011 Progress Notes:
"Always Winter"
Words today: 525.
Words total: 525.
Reason for stopping: For such a simple little idea, this is terrifically slippery. I've been fussing at it, moving adjectives and commas and circling back, for hours.
Darling du Jour: The rain sheets down outside, rapping on the windows, bringing the garden stream to flood and matting down the woods.
Mean Things: Lost children. Leaving my sticky fingerprints on The Classics of Childhood Literature.
Research Roundup: Shell shock, some source text referencing.
Books in progress: Gregory Maguire, Wicked.
The glamour: Today I took the day off work to get poked with sharp metal things by medical professionals. I cannot say this is the best thing to do if you're taking a day off work.
I haven't blogged reviews in a while, and a couple have come in: mostly for "The Ground Whereon She Stands", which is still pretty recently out.
SFFWorld seems to like it, calling it "a nice little snapshot of a relationship wherein the two people have different ideas and goals for their relationship."
Aidan Fritz is likewise complimentary:
Chilling Tales gets a review from FlamesRising.com, mostly summarizing the pieces the reviewer liked, but "Stay" does get a mention.
Finally, the past few issues of Goblin Fruit are reviewed at new SFF poetry review site Versification, and that includes "Little Songs" in the Winter issue:
And that's the word on the street for this week, all of it pretty pleasant. I'm sure a karmic piano is on its way to my head any second now.
"Always Winter"
Words today: 525.
Words total: 525.
Reason for stopping: For such a simple little idea, this is terrifically slippery. I've been fussing at it, moving adjectives and commas and circling back, for hours.
Darling du Jour: The rain sheets down outside, rapping on the windows, bringing the garden stream to flood and matting down the woods.
Mean Things: Lost children. Leaving my sticky fingerprints on The Classics of Childhood Literature.
Research Roundup: Shell shock, some source text referencing.
Books in progress: Gregory Maguire, Wicked.
The glamour: Today I took the day off work to get poked with sharp metal things by medical professionals. I cannot say this is the best thing to do if you're taking a day off work.
I haven't blogged reviews in a while, and a couple have come in: mostly for "The Ground Whereon She Stands", which is still pretty recently out.
SFFWorld seems to like it, calling it "a nice little snapshot of a relationship wherein the two people have different ideas and goals for their relationship."
Aidan Fritz is likewise complimentary:
Sometimes, I find beginnings hard, and it may be I don't like the story itself, but sometimes, the story counters whatever it was in the beginning that kept me outside the story and I find the tale lingering, leaving a sensuousness, and consuming my thoughts. This is one such tale.
Chilling Tales gets a review from FlamesRising.com, mostly summarizing the pieces the reviewer liked, but "Stay" does get a mention.
Finally, the past few issues of Goblin Fruit are reviewed at new SFF poetry review site Versification, and that includes "Little Songs" in the Winter issue:
Leah Bobet’s “Little Songs” carries forth the thread of transformation and development; this Petrarchan sonnet is much like an interlocking puzzle box of references to musical composition, poetic forms, and the cadence of courtship and lascivious union. This sonnet is a jewel that tickles the brain and invites multiple readings.
And that's the word on the street for this week, all of it pretty pleasant. I'm sure a karmic piano is on its way to my head any second now.
