nobody expects the spamish introspection!

Good morning! (or evening, or tomorrow, depending on where you're coming in from)

I have posted my monthly meanderings over at SF Novelists -- this time on writing in what I call a "timeline" series, and why continuity really matters. Check it out, give me love feedback.
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I realized yesterday that I really miss teaching. It was the part of my editorial job I loved most, bringing people into new knowledge and understanding, and then seeing what they'd do with it. I haven't done enough of that lately. *is sad*

Managed to hit 2000 words for the day, and the end of chapter 6. This is very much "first draft" stuff, where I'm laying markers and establishing build-ups and turning points. To use my usual physical metaphor, I'm stringing muscle and veins along the skeleton, and not even worrying about the flesh just yet. It's ugly, but it lives. And the book is totally living up to its title.

I'm figuring this will eventually come in at around 90,000 words, which looks to be standard for the PSI novels. My goal is to get first draft done by early April. We'll see.

I really should be thinking about Mustang (the next 'Anna Leonard' book), having gotten my preliminary notes back from madame editor, but... the brain, it's just not there. Soon, though. And short fiction. Gods, I want to write short fiction again. Twisty, complicated, layered stuff not tied in to any book or established series...

Universe, I am not ungrateful for my life. I quite like my life. But do you think you could maybe find a way to give me a few extra hours every week, not taken away from anything else, just for short fiction? I promise not to waste it...


Speaking of which, the coffee is done, the cats are fed and complacent... it must be time to open up a file and actually do something.


(Wow, I really am spamming LJ this week, aren't I? Be glad I don't Twitter....)

Your Sunday morning post, delivered Saturday night

There was, as it turns out, no writing done today. A lot of cleaning and furniture-rearranging, though. My windows were all open and the music was blasting and hey, it's either Spring at last, or it's going to snow all week. Who knows. Welcome to February.

To amuse you: I have discovered a drawback to the "note" function on my phone. The only way I've figured how to save it is to set it to 'remind' me. Which isn't a bad thing...except I am also a meerkat of little short-term memory. So when I get a notification this afternoon that reads "fine, call me a whore" my first thought was "WTF? Who did I piss off now?"

Then I remembered that was the start of the note I'd made yesterday, off a discussion of a UK newspaper calling romance writers whores. My phone was just reminding me I'd wanted to do something with that quote.

Much relieved.

More entertainment:

from neadods: Comment to this post and I will give you five subjects/things I associate with you. Then post this to your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.

My five:

New York City
Wine Maven
Foodie
International Travel
Publishing


( and away I go... )