and a Monday like Sunday....

I watched about 15 minutes of the Oscars, and then turned to a M*A*S*H marathon instead. I'm really just not an awards show watcher. This morning I woke up with the first faint touches of a cold. The Academy takes revenge? Never mind: I shall take my Sovereign Cold Remedy and soldier on.

Crafted 2300 new words yesterday, making it halfway through chapter 7. We're 1/3 of the way through the rough draft. Yay. Today, there will be Markings with Red Pen, and more words. And there is also the stirrings of another "backstory story." I've decided to just let them run where they will, and we'll see what happens.


The weekend's output also included an off-the-cuff filk to "She's Tired," written for various agent friends. We now need to find a Worthy Cause that would inspire them to perform it....

"I've read 1000's of submissions
Again and again
They write the same thing
They start with Roberts and Heinlein
But they don't check my guideline
And the format's all wrong."


(hey, does anyone out there have the lyrics to my "What do the Published Folk Do?" I lost them in the last hard-drive migration and that made me sad... )

EtA: and for those who missed it over the weekend, my monthly essay is up at http://www.sfnovelists.com/ on "Why Continuity Matters."

Various and Sundry have a Cold

Good lord My "Why Continuity Matters" essay's been quoted by i09, as part of their rebuttal to the NYT article about prolific authors (of which I ranted offscreen,so you're spared that)...

Discovered via a passing reference in e-mail today that Curse the Dark and Bring it On are joining Staying Dead on the Audible audiobook lineup in April. I'm just the author, I'm the last to know...

Pack of Lies update: A lot of mark-ups, and about 1300 new words today, slogging through the onset of a nasty sore throat to go with the head-cold. Hot tea, spicy soup, and naps-with-cats are being applied as needed. To me, not the manuscript.

The rest of my life is All About the Kitchen. The cabinets are ordered. The plan is to buy vintage handles, which means haunting architectural salvage houses. Oh, the trauma... Floor tile and granite for the countertops are this week. I have a vague idea in mind, but am also open to being ambushed by something perfect. This will be fun. That whimpering noise you just heard was my bank account.

Random Shit: So, I dragged myself out today to run errands, and stopped by the market to pick up a few items I needed to get through the week. I ended up in the checkout line behind a man of about my own age.
My purchases: tea, salad veggies, three head of garlic, and a wedge of stinky cheese.
His purchases: seven "Healthy Choice" frozen dinners and a candy bar.

Write your own thesis.