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lagilmanWow, all sorts of new people suddenly! Be welcome! Did I do/say something interesting in public? If so, please tell me so I can make note of it. *grin* Bar's thataway, hot tub's over there, and do mind the 'gators, they get grumpy on occasion.
EtA: Worthy of note: Stephen King has started a charitable organization called The Haven Fund to assist freelance writers and artists in medical need (similar to SFWA's Emergency Medical Fund). Something to keep an eye on, if you're a freelancer, and quite possibly a worthy cause to donate to, if you're so inclined that way... either way, check it out.
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non-spoilery typo of the day:
"He was wearing pants – leather job that must have cost a fortune to custom-make, unless he did the work himself – only as deference to her modesty, not because his sin needed the protection."
Well, it does work, in an Old testament sort of way....
Meanwhile, I realized while on the treadmill this morning (back to the gym, probably a bit too soon, alas) that I am in pre-new-book mode, aka The Magpie Mind. We all do this normally, but pre-book the act somehow sharpens, becomes more shiny. More, I become aware of the process, which normally is a quiet, ongoing thing. Every single thing I see, hear, taste, or smell (or otherwie experience) is being shoved into the scrap bag. When I start writing, the jumbled bits will come out and be pieced into the characters/actions/plot as needed.
Writers: The Original Recyclers. Or, as I often tell audiences: "I don't know where, I don't know when, and I don't know how, but at some point I will use all of you." They usually laugh nervously at that point. I have no idea why. *adjusts halo*
Speaking of which. Back to the book I go.
EtA: Worthy of note: Stephen King has started a charitable organization called The Haven Fund to assist freelance writers and artists in medical need (similar to SFWA's Emergency Medical Fund). Something to keep an eye on, if you're a freelancer, and quite possibly a worthy cause to donate to, if you're so inclined that way... either way, check it out.
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non-spoilery typo of the day:
"He was wearing pants – leather job that must have cost a fortune to custom-make, unless he did the work himself – only as deference to her modesty, not because his sin needed the protection."
Well, it does work, in an Old testament sort of way....
Meanwhile, I realized while on the treadmill this morning (back to the gym, probably a bit too soon, alas) that I am in pre-new-book mode, aka The Magpie Mind. We all do this normally, but pre-book the act somehow sharpens, becomes more shiny. More, I become aware of the process, which normally is a quiet, ongoing thing. Every single thing I see, hear, taste, or smell (or otherwie experience) is being shoved into the scrap bag. When I start writing, the jumbled bits will come out and be pieced into the characters/actions/plot as needed.
Writers: The Original Recyclers. Or, as I often tell audiences: "I don't know where, I don't know when, and I don't know how, but at some point I will use all of you." They usually laugh nervously at that point. I have no idea why. *adjusts halo*
Speaking of which. Back to the book I go.
