LJ Doomed?
Jan. 6th, 2009 01:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
handful_ofdustHmmm. Maybe I should go back to my Diaryland, or investigate Blogspot. Or Insanejournal, I guess...but all those options would take work, and I'm not sure I'm up to it. So I suppose we'll see what we see.
Up late, slept in long. The good part is that I have an actual business-type meeting set up for tomorrow morning with the CBC adaptation dude, that I inputted some of my notes for A Book of Tongues and The Clot (the pitch packages d'annee), and that I completed the rewrite on "The Underneath". Still haven't done the rewrite on "Hell Friend", though I think I may save that as back-up for the far more pressing issue of needing to get back on the fuckin' horse with "Strange Weight" and "History's Crust"; banker's hours and a steady word-count need to fall into place, like real soon-ish.
As ever, my biggest problem with things is figuring out where/how best to begin--with something tone-setting, or slap-you-in-the-face? Or--oh, wait--something even slappier? Doug Clegg, amongst others, is so good at picking a point to jump in that I often feel like punching him; that's why I bought a second-hand copy of You Come When I Call You, to reacquaint myself with some of his structural choices. Wellington is also probably a pretty good role-model, in terms of pacing, though Clegg and I are far more alike in terms of content/style...
But here's the truth, right? I need to jump in. Jump IN, Gemma.
The Sunken Ball-Court water's fine.
Up late, slept in long. The good part is that I have an actual business-type meeting set up for tomorrow morning with the CBC adaptation dude, that I inputted some of my notes for A Book of Tongues and The Clot (the pitch packages d'annee), and that I completed the rewrite on "The Underneath". Still haven't done the rewrite on "Hell Friend", though I think I may save that as back-up for the far more pressing issue of needing to get back on the fuckin' horse with "Strange Weight" and "History's Crust"; banker's hours and a steady word-count need to fall into place, like real soon-ish.
As ever, my biggest problem with things is figuring out where/how best to begin--with something tone-setting, or slap-you-in-the-face? Or--oh, wait--something even slappier? Doug Clegg, amongst others, is so good at picking a point to jump in that I often feel like punching him; that's why I bought a second-hand copy of You Come When I Call You, to reacquaint myself with some of his structural choices. Wellington is also probably a pretty good role-model, in terms of pacing, though Clegg and I are far more alike in terms of content/style...
But here's the truth, right? I need to jump in. Jump IN, Gemma.
The Sunken Ball-Court water's fine.
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Date: 2009-01-06 05:53 pm (UTC)Go on. No one was ever hurt by betting against the Lords of Xibalba.
(Yes, I know: they're Mayan.)
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Date: 2009-01-06 06:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-07 05:37 am (UTC)Doug Clegg, amongst others, is so good at picking a point to jump in that I often feel like punching him; that's why I bought a second-hand copy of You Come When I Call You, to reacquaint myself with some of his structural choices.
Oh, do it with Mischief instead. There are things in that book I still can't get my head around (in the best way).
Hmmm. Maybe I should go back to my Diaryland, or investigate Blogspot. Or Insanejournal, I guess...but all those options would take work, and I'm not sure I'm up to it. So I suppose we'll see what we see.
There's always Facebook, where all the sudden everyone and their sisters seems to be cropping up. It's myspace without the teen camwhores these days. And instead of blogging, you get the whole wabi-sabi "status update" thing. Which I'm kind of liking better these days.
And lady, I like your angel. If my world had supernatural critters in it, I'd want them to be higher up in the food chain than us. With teeth that look like someone threw together a random bunch of shit they picked up in a junkyard.
The Sunken Ball-Court water's fine.
Reminds me of a poem a friend of mine wrote dogs' years ago that I just encountered again.
"Rooftop in SOuth Central Los Angeles.
two men conduct experiment
eight floors above street
They want to know if attraction
that holds bone to meat
is greater than or less than
attraction that holds meat to skin.
To that purposr they are playing LISA with an anvil.
[znip]
LISA is a game played by tossing a medicine ball.
When a player drops the ball
he gets L and so on.
When you spell LISA you lose,
game named after ex-wife of sailor.
[xnip]
Sailor and poet are at the game for more than one hour.
They are good at it.
Sailor has broken jaw and sternum
lacerated kidney and LIS.
One more letter and he is out.
Poet has three broken ribs, broken clavicle,
shattered patella, disloated shoulder,
ruptured spleen and LI. He is ahead.
[zzzzzznip]"
(Stan Heleva, from "Terminal Velocity 4")
That last bit always got a laugh, and that's usually what happens right before Stan rips your heart out of your chest... a great deal more to that which, unfortunately, a comment cannot hold...
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Date: 2009-01-07 03:54 pm (UTC)Meanwhile: Great poem! And thanks so much re "Every Angel", which I still remember fondly; that particular angel will reappear, hopefully, in Blood From the Air, if and when.