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Now All I See Are Bones, Bones, Bones
Mar. 8th, 2014 12:56 amA pretty good week in terms of work: finished my Hallowe'en-themed piece, "Guising," which I haven't heard back about yet. Then I had an odd little emotional meltdown on Wednesday night that led to me not doing Body Combat but doing YogaFit anyways, which was the right choice; I walked away from Chapter One of Experimental Film, feeling like it sucked immeasurably, and returned to find that Steve had read through it and worked out several changes which solved all my issues. I don't say it here enough, or in general, but he's an amazing editor, and his advice/impulses are almost always correct when it comes to narrative shape.
In other news, getting this off my plate means I still have three potential fills coming up later this year. One is for May, while the other two are pending (She Walks In Darkness, now $500 away from being funded with seven days to go, plus a new Chambers-inspired Carcosa piece for another Joe Pulver anthology). I did a bit of plot noodling on those, then met with Alyx Dellamonica for another writing date, and put a big chunk of Chapter Two in place.
All of which is good, in context, because next week is March Break, and must be dealt with accordingly; Cal's home the whole time, which means I have to find ways to entertain him, aside from the two Surrey Place visits (still on, thank you Jesus), his Speech Language Pathologist, and the long-awaited ear-nose-throat consultation (fiiinally). Being stranded with Cal doesn't usually bode well in terms of working, basically, is what I'm saying, but I guess we'll see.
And tomorrow I have to go do a choir workshop--more new music, on top of everything else they've handed us over the last three weeks--before making sure Cal gets to his music lesson. He has that guy coming to play with him on Sunday, finally, after a few weeks off. Etc.
Then again, today I was in the washroom when I suddenly realized I could hear him singing "Let It Go" from Frozen, all the way through. Hit a nice grace-note at the end, too: "Let the storm rage ONNNNNNNNNN...the cold never bothered me anyway." My Disney princess-obsessed guy.
Ugh, my head really hurts. I have to go to bed.
In other news, getting this off my plate means I still have three potential fills coming up later this year. One is for May, while the other two are pending (She Walks In Darkness, now $500 away from being funded with seven days to go, plus a new Chambers-inspired Carcosa piece for another Joe Pulver anthology). I did a bit of plot noodling on those, then met with Alyx Dellamonica for another writing date, and put a big chunk of Chapter Two in place.
All of which is good, in context, because next week is March Break, and must be dealt with accordingly; Cal's home the whole time, which means I have to find ways to entertain him, aside from the two Surrey Place visits (still on, thank you Jesus), his Speech Language Pathologist, and the long-awaited ear-nose-throat consultation (fiiinally). Being stranded with Cal doesn't usually bode well in terms of working, basically, is what I'm saying, but I guess we'll see.
And tomorrow I have to go do a choir workshop--more new music, on top of everything else they've handed us over the last three weeks--before making sure Cal gets to his music lesson. He has that guy coming to play with him on Sunday, finally, after a few weeks off. Etc.
Then again, today I was in the washroom when I suddenly realized I could hear him singing "Let It Go" from Frozen, all the way through. Hit a nice grace-note at the end, too: "Let the storm rage ONNNNNNNNNN...the cold never bothered me anyway." My Disney princess-obsessed guy.
Ugh, my head really hurts. I have to go to bed.
