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I...Hate...Being Sick
May. 4th, 2009 10:18 amWhat's good, I guess, is that I've so seldom felt as crappy this year (thus far) as I do right now. It's the sort of cold where your whole sinus fills up with semi-liquid gunk, to the point that when you get up in the morning (say) a wad of grossness literally falls out of your nose. Fun? Wow.
OTOH, very quick rejection (as advertised) for all three poems from Lone Star Stories. So I'll be sending them off to...Mythic Delirium, maybe, followed by Goblin Fruit. In other verse-related news, meanwhile, my contributor's copy of Not One of Us #41 finally arrived: Mortality and morbidity, two concepts I like a great deal. Wonderful stuff throughout, and I'd forgotten I ended up with the first slot, so...very cool indeed.;)
Otherwise, I need to make my daily 1,000 words, so I'm hunting around for notes to input, and also trying to bull my way through the current scene as outlined. If this damn chapter splits on me again, I'm going to be really annoyed; I already feel like I've contracted descriptive elephantitis and that I need to get back to Morrow ASAP, in order to avoid alienating my entire audience for sheer lack of empathetic characters. But then again, worrying about crap like that never helps--not in terms of output, not in terms of narrative. Not in terms of anything.
Last night I downloaded An Age Remembered, this huge compilation of "steampunk tracks" (easily Googled), and have been pleasantly surprised by most of them: Sinister, gilded, piston-driven songs by people like Rasputina, the Dresden Dolls, Hannah Fury and Johnny Hollow, plus lots of movie and game-music, too. Of course, it ain't like I need more music, exactly. But even so.
Man: Monday, but no Heroes. I'm jonesing already. And Supernatural's over by Thursday, too...
OTOH, very quick rejection (as advertised) for all three poems from Lone Star Stories. So I'll be sending them off to...Mythic Delirium, maybe, followed by Goblin Fruit. In other verse-related news, meanwhile, my contributor's copy of Not One of Us #41 finally arrived: Mortality and morbidity, two concepts I like a great deal. Wonderful stuff throughout, and I'd forgotten I ended up with the first slot, so...very cool indeed.;)
Otherwise, I need to make my daily 1,000 words, so I'm hunting around for notes to input, and also trying to bull my way through the current scene as outlined. If this damn chapter splits on me again, I'm going to be really annoyed; I already feel like I've contracted descriptive elephantitis and that I need to get back to Morrow ASAP, in order to avoid alienating my entire audience for sheer lack of empathetic characters. But then again, worrying about crap like that never helps--not in terms of output, not in terms of narrative. Not in terms of anything.
Last night I downloaded An Age Remembered, this huge compilation of "steampunk tracks" (easily Googled), and have been pleasantly surprised by most of them: Sinister, gilded, piston-driven songs by people like Rasputina, the Dresden Dolls, Hannah Fury and Johnny Hollow, plus lots of movie and game-music, too. Of course, it ain't like I need more music, exactly. But even so.
Man: Monday, but no Heroes. I'm jonesing already. And Supernatural's over by Thursday, too...
