I’ve finished all the GW edits for this push, so now I get to start my week of writing vacation; things may be a little quiet here, too. My brain’s pretty fried, but the book’s better, and after a week to set, I’ll read it over one last time and get it out the door […]
I ran out of vicoden, so I switched to the massive Ibuprofen prescription the doctor gave me. Sometime during my yawning and eye-rubbing sessions today after getting over 8 hours of sleep last night, I looked at the fine print on the prescription bottle and read that “may cause drowsiness” warning. Man. You know, the
OK, adding that war scene in Azam? Far too much fun, and might be just filler, but it means I can write things like this added excerpt from God’s War: —— Rhys heard a low whine start up from outside, too high for the muezzin. He cocked his head. He knew the sound, but couldn’t
Why do so many forms in Ohio ask for my “marital status”? Is this something I’m just noticing now because I’ve been to so many doctors the last year, or is this something you see more often in Ohio? Maybe I’m just annoyed at the idea of describing myself based on a legal relationship. I
… than spilling coffee all over yourself first thing in the morning. I will now reek of coffee all damn day.
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Why, yes, the line edits I actually *wrote down* are in for all 500 pages. Is the latest rewrite “done”? No, no of course not, because I have about four notes still in my head and then another printing because there’s extraneous infodumping that can now come out, somewhere, somehow, because this book should not
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I don’t actively HATE God’s War yet, but I’m telling you, with 150 of 500 pages of line edits still to enter, it’s starting to get to me. I must be almost done.
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Because until the world is perfect, you sometimes still have to play dirty: Armed with my new tips and tricks, I laced up my skates and headed out to face the jungle that is childhood. When the boys confronted me again, I dared them to mess with me. One ballsy kid lunged towards me with
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