five things randomly random
Dec. 7th, 2010 08:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lagilmanEtA: rereading this post I realized that it is a splendid example, for those of you who have not met me in person, of how I actually speak. I um...apologize for that.
1) A reader-review complained that a book of mine took the first 10-15 pages to figure out the world and what was going on, that it wasn't immediately apparent (yes, you need to actually read the book to understand the book. Sorry about that...) Actually what she said was "the writing got better after page 15" but I assure you, it wasn't the writing the changed. She went on to say that she really enjoyed the book, and wants to read more, so yay.
Does it annoy y'all, if a world is not immediately understandable? Or do you accept you need to survey the landscape before you know where you're going?
2) I also met with a former Odyssey student, and discovered my editorial mojo still works, as I managed to make her glow, shudder, and panic, and then got her to think about how to Make It Better, all over the course of lunch, and still have time to discuss Other Matters. Including the probability of me actually getting the newsletter up and running for January. Um. Working on that, yeah (the Great Computer Implosion put everything off-schedule).
3) Meanwhile at Chateau Felidae, the morning was given over to finishing the sample material for Project B. It has now been put aside to think about what it's done, and I will give it a polish before sending it off to Madame Agent for New Year's Sending. This book is... it's very me. All my books are very me, yes, but this one feels like something I'd always thought I'd write, that feels like it's not so much being pulled from my gut as just flowing from my veins. As opposed to project A, which is, as I've said before, so far outside my usual comfort zone that I'm not sure I can pull it off (but I'm going to go down fighting, because wow, it's fun in a brain-hurty kind of way, as opposed t the "wheeee fun!" way of project B).
(Oh Gods, Project A I love you but you may finish me off once and for all, getting you Just Right.)
4) Anyway. That done, I and a friend then tackled the Amazing! New! dinner table.
Okay, it's actually a bistro-style table but it's mine and I love it and no more eating Moroccan style around the coffee table. And, in the way of NYC apartments, the foyer can now convert within 5 minutes to a formal dining room. I live in a Transformer. This is actually pretty cool and appeals to me far more than when I had many rooms each with a specific purpose. That probably says something about me, but I'm not sure what.
5) And tonight I am making a pork stew with many root veggies and some greens and a lot of various herbs and spices and I have no idea how it's going to taste but DAMN the apartment smells good. Tomorrow... I start making gingerbread. Mmmmmmmmgingerbread.....
1) A reader-review complained that a book of mine took the first 10-15 pages to figure out the world and what was going on, that it wasn't immediately apparent (yes, you need to actually read the book to understand the book. Sorry about that...) Actually what she said was "the writing got better after page 15" but I assure you, it wasn't the writing the changed. She went on to say that she really enjoyed the book, and wants to read more, so yay.
Does it annoy y'all, if a world is not immediately understandable? Or do you accept you need to survey the landscape before you know where you're going?
2) I also met with a former Odyssey student, and discovered my editorial mojo still works, as I managed to make her glow, shudder, and panic, and then got her to think about how to Make It Better, all over the course of lunch, and still have time to discuss Other Matters. Including the probability of me actually getting the newsletter up and running for January. Um. Working on that, yeah (the Great Computer Implosion put everything off-schedule).
3) Meanwhile at Chateau Felidae, the morning was given over to finishing the sample material for Project B. It has now been put aside to think about what it's done, and I will give it a polish before sending it off to Madame Agent for New Year's Sending. This book is... it's very me. All my books are very me, yes, but this one feels like something I'd always thought I'd write, that feels like it's not so much being pulled from my gut as just flowing from my veins. As opposed to project A, which is, as I've said before, so far outside my usual comfort zone that I'm not sure I can pull it off (but I'm going to go down fighting, because wow, it's fun in a brain-hurty kind of way, as opposed t the "wheeee fun!" way of project B).
(Oh Gods, Project A I love you but you may finish me off once and for all, getting you Just Right.)
4) Anyway. That done, I and a friend then tackled the Amazing! New! dinner table.
Okay, it's actually a bistro-style table but it's mine and I love it and no more eating Moroccan style around the coffee table. And, in the way of NYC apartments, the foyer can now convert within 5 minutes to a formal dining room. I live in a Transformer. This is actually pretty cool and appeals to me far more than when I had many rooms each with a specific purpose. That probably says something about me, but I'm not sure what.
5) And tonight I am making a pork stew with many root veggies and some greens and a lot of various herbs and spices and I have no idea how it's going to taste but DAMN the apartment smells good. Tomorrow... I start making gingerbread. Mmmmmmmmgingerbread.....
