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The Red Layer
Jul. 29th, 2010 12:53 pmPerhaps you've been wondering what the hell I'm doing, these days. I've been wondering that myself.
Availing myself of the Toronto Public Library, for once...got myself a new Library card, and sort of went to town. They have a surprisingly quick place hold/pick up at your local system in place, and it's interesting how it's absolutely beginning to dictate my internal categorization system. For example, it caused me to immediately put Blackout, the next book in Mira Grant's "Newsflesh" series, on the "No, I think I'll just wait 'til it's in the system and rent it rather than buy it" list--this even though I'd bought her first book, Feed. And it occurs to me that I could probably find her Seanan McGuire books that was, too--Rosemary & Rue, etc.--rather than "having to" buy them new, or even used. In other words, James Rollins, Douglas Preston and Lincoln Childs will never get my money again!
Otherwise: Did a bunch of research for Chapter Nine, mainly about brujeria, since I have a character who shows up (briefly, yet hopefully traumatically) who's an Oaxacan practitioner. While doing that, I stumbled across a bunch of other stuff about mushroom worship and Amazonian witchcraft which really rocks ass, so I'm thinking I'll try to work that in as well. It sort of reminds me of some of the extra-crazy shit Graham Masterton laid in during The Fifth Witch, which (like most of his stuff) is not exactly wonderful, but damn if it doesn't pack a punch.
Meanwhile, since I'm already ass-deep in all that, I've also been getting some surprising but not unwelcome new input for other projects--a plot point for "Furious Angels" here, for example, plus a whole spine for "[Anasazi]" there, which I may end up slotting into one of my pending deadlines, if I can't jump-start the thing I actually pitched in time. Figuring out that I might name the next Cornish Sisters installment "Ghost Pressure" rather than "Kryptonite", after that Wolf Parade song I keep playing over and over. Etc.
What's becoming really obvious, though I've mentioned it before, is that I absolutely have to up my output. HAVE to. Mom being back may help; Christ, I hope it does. More working out, less bread, more writing. We're all agreed, right?
Right.
Availing myself of the Toronto Public Library, for once...got myself a new Library card, and sort of went to town. They have a surprisingly quick place hold/pick up at your local system in place, and it's interesting how it's absolutely beginning to dictate my internal categorization system. For example, it caused me to immediately put Blackout, the next book in Mira Grant's "Newsflesh" series, on the "No, I think I'll just wait 'til it's in the system and rent it rather than buy it" list--this even though I'd bought her first book, Feed. And it occurs to me that I could probably find her Seanan McGuire books that was, too--Rosemary & Rue, etc.--rather than "having to" buy them new, or even used. In other words, James Rollins, Douglas Preston and Lincoln Childs will never get my money again!
Otherwise: Did a bunch of research for Chapter Nine, mainly about brujeria, since I have a character who shows up (briefly, yet hopefully traumatically) who's an Oaxacan practitioner. While doing that, I stumbled across a bunch of other stuff about mushroom worship and Amazonian witchcraft which really rocks ass, so I'm thinking I'll try to work that in as well. It sort of reminds me of some of the extra-crazy shit Graham Masterton laid in during The Fifth Witch, which (like most of his stuff) is not exactly wonderful, but damn if it doesn't pack a punch.
Meanwhile, since I'm already ass-deep in all that, I've also been getting some surprising but not unwelcome new input for other projects--a plot point for "Furious Angels" here, for example, plus a whole spine for "[Anasazi]" there, which I may end up slotting into one of my pending deadlines, if I can't jump-start the thing I actually pitched in time. Figuring out that I might name the next Cornish Sisters installment "Ghost Pressure" rather than "Kryptonite", after that Wolf Parade song I keep playing over and over. Etc.
What's becoming really obvious, though I've mentioned it before, is that I absolutely have to up my output. HAVE to. Mom being back may help; Christ, I hope it does. More working out, less bread, more writing. We're all agreed, right?
Right.
