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you could look into my eyes under the moonlight (THE SERIOUS MOONLIGHT) [Jun. 29th, 2011|04:45 pm]
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Holy fuck, I am rocking this shit. I mean just tearing through stuff to get done, excited about everything -- EVERYTHING again. Hours flying by as I tear through edits, nervous, yeah, but in a sort of "fuck it" way.

I think... I think I'm back!

Oh thank god. If I had to go to Reardercon as a basketcase, that would've been baaaaaaaaaaaad. Well hey, now I can enjoy Boston.

Thanks, crazy Reilly family! I think you fixed me!

THIS is what I feel like. Right. I'd almost forgotten.
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[May. 14th, 2011|03:30 pm]
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There should be an annotated version of The Resurrectionists that uses John and Meghan's comments, I swear to god. They're so much better than the text. I'm sitting here editing from John's version and I know Megh's cracked me up hard on the last draft, too.

As a sample, from the bit I just edited (which is full of such rad hilarity leading up to this point, too):

Tom, meeting her stony glare with one of his own, only slightly different for the hint of smugness about the mouth and eyes, said, "Miss Hannah, it's nothing for which your admirable beau ought to feel ashamed. As I have long said, God has not left him without resources--and surely He would not be so cruel to the rest of our sex as to endow one man with every desirable quality. What woman would deign to speak to the rest of us?"

Hannah's smile twisted into something cruel, and she drew herself up to her full five-feet-and-four-inches. "So it is not only envy, but also jealousy. I daresay you're right to feel as much, Mr. Brandon. Absolutely right." [Oh, snap! - John]


I laughed so hard it hurt. Oh my god.

I now have this unshakable image of Paul, after Hannah flounces off, going, "Oh, snap! You just got served, sucker!"

And Tom being like, "Fuck that noise, man--haters gon' hate." As he straightens his cravat.
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And I think the winter will be wonderful [Feb. 5th, 2011|10:34 am]
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ENTRY FROM GERMANY:

Okay, that first flight was annoying, but mostly because of the usual 12 screaming babies. I slept. Some.

I just keep telling myself that after we get off the next flight, we'll be home. Dc! Yay!

Yes, after leaving the Chennai airport, I was mostly over my sadness about leaving and more thinking of my own bed and my cat and writing stuff. Balaji is already fantasizing about Phil Simms. Er, i mean watching inside the NFL. AND Phil Simms.

Long ass layover in Frankfurt this time, a lost 5 hours, and they threw out our duty free scotch from India because apparently you can only carry it on if it comes through another eu country. Which makes sense, admittedly, but I do wish theyd thought to tell us that in India.

Ah well, talk to y'all again soon. Mmmmm home. I have to admit that I do love the USA... Especially when I'm out of it. It's not so bad, sometimes! :D

Right, my €8 is about up. Later!

ENTRY FROM NOW:

Aaaand I'm home-as it turned out, my €8 was up just before I went to press send. That's what I get for admitting to liking the US, I guess. The world disagrees!

Last night I slept for about 12 hours and have a fucking headache, but the lag won't really catch up to me until tonight. Balaji's already watching nonstop Super Bowl coverage (thank god we were gone these two weeks...). Phil Simms, last night. Yeah. He went there.

Today, I'm going to sub the full of Equilibrium, send out acknowledgments for RPP, and send out no thank yous/short list notices for the first week of stories. Because yes, I read them in India. The pile is thick this time, I didn't want to get buried alive. Also, write Mark and let him know about the sub I read in flight.

But I gotta do all this before the lag hits me, so I'm off!

[ETA: Success! Now, to do nothing!]

Also, I stole this from Sarah:

Your result for The RPG Class Test...

Spellsword

59% Combativeness, 40% Sneakiness, 71% Intellect, 25% Spirituality

Aggressive, but with the brains to back it up: You are a Spellsword!


Score! You have a prestige class. A prestige class can only be taken after you've fulfilled certain requirements. This may mean that you're an exceptionally talented person, but it probably doesn't.


Spellswords combine arcane might with combat know-how. They're much tougher than mages, like to wear armor, and can cast spells through their weapons. They're very, very, good at doing lots of damage to a single target very quickly, and while not quite as tough as most fighters, are still pretty hard to kill.


You're both smart and aggressive, which means that you're probably pretty dangerous when pissed off. You also tend to be somewhat straightforward, which is nice, and don't have much use for spirituality or mysticism.

Take The RPG Class Test at HelloQuizzy

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And all the attention is leading me to feel important (completely obnoxious) [Sep. 7th, 2010|12:56 am]
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Resurrectionists hard copy edit, in terms of 1.5 spaced pages:

125 / 358 (34.92%)


So I probably can get it sorted by the time Tara gets here. Yay!

After I do this I think I will go through and highlight all the dialogue for various characters in a given color. I really only need to bother with Tom, Becca, Paul, Hannah, Dart, and Will, so it might even be fun. But that's probably the best way to make sure there's a kind of acceptable speech pattern to everyone, I guess.

So this is tearing apart. Next is the hard part--putting Humpty back together.

But not til after I see the Charlatans, dammit!

And now, the new Interpol has just arrived. So, yes. Priorities.
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she doesn't know that I left my urge in the icebox [Aug. 16th, 2010|04:57 pm]
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I woke up with a monstrous fucking headache, and it grew and grew. It is now not only monstrous, but godlike. It's like the Leto Fucking Atreides God-Worm of all Headaches.

Ouch, I mean to say. This fucking weather this summer has been a real motherfucker, you know?

Anyhow, I shouldn't complain. Yesterday I was still pretty braindead, so I did RPP formatting type stuff and a blog entry. Today I woke up, did some good hard re-read of Megh's final drafts for her stories (shiny!), and continued with Elan and Nieva. I'm up to 4251 words, Elan has just promised Nieva that busting out of a brothel will be easy with him by her side (poor sap--good thing she's there to save him), and my head is throbbing so badly that even Hot Chip can't make me finish. Son of a bitch.

I really need to jump into the 10 submissions competition. If I can get Elan and Nieva sorted and edit Peacock by tomorrow I'm in pretty good shape still. Wonder which one I'll try to write next. I wish I could tell ahead of time, but then I'd hate to start thinking about it just yet. One thing at a time for my poor confused brain.

We were supposed to go out to dinner tonight, too, and I always get so disappointed when I think I'm going to do something fun and then get owned like this. But Balaji has promised me sambar rice and I have a whole bottle of Jack Daniels, so whatever.

Small workout first though, as my hip has really been a dickhead about things for the past few days. (I did fuck it up in Phila. again, I'm forced to admit. Fuck.) But here's hoping it'll get me closer to the usual 45 minutes today than it did yesterday.

There's the cranky update. But it is what it is.

In ridiculous news, we were watching the MST3K "Jack Frost" last night, and it is my new favorite movie, so thanks again John! It's like Cinderella meets Baba Yaga on crack. There is even scope for a Tom Bombadil joke in it. I mean wow.

Jack Frost: You're a good girl, aren't you? Not the contradicting kind at all.
Balaji: [Gives me an evil look, waiting for the explosion to occur.]
Me: [Grits teeth]
(15 minutes later when I have a mouth full of water)
Balaji: I do wish you weren't quite so contradicting though, Kate.
Me: [Spew]

His timing is of the evil.
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one drop gets you feelin' holy, hello below me [Jul. 30th, 2010|11:48 am]
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I managed to make my first dumb mistake as an editor-- but I suppose it's good I got it out of the way. I detached Cory's story from thunderbird (yeah, it's a gmail account, but I just download everything there), which makes it disappear from the inbox. It even WARNS me it will do that. So I fucked something up by pushing a lot of buttons during a word freeze (it's been doing that sometimes when I open other peoples' stuff-- really weird but there's no virus so I think it's just vista being a dick)-- or something. Long story short I had to ask for it again :/

Though really it might be stuck somewhere in the annals of gmail still. Like in a trash bin or something. But, well, let's just say I have changed my settings, saved it in the RPP folder and LEFT it in my inbox, and learned my lesson. Or at least, one can hope.

I didn't get it edited, of course, but I did read it and it's awesome so that made me feel better about being a dumbshit.

I've been dogging Balaji all week to go see Inception. Apart from it just looking cool, it has a bunch of people in it I really enjoy (Ellen Page! Cillian Murphy! Also, Balaji's boyfriend DiCaprio!), so I figured it couldn't be BAD. Finally last night I convinced him and we hit the IMAX in Alexandria.

I will describe the effect of this movie with an anecdote (but no spoilers, promise). Of course I had to pee through half of it, but couldn't possibly have gotten out of my seat (I recommend this strategy to anyone who goes to see it: even if you don't think you have to pee before, do it. Had I not, I would've been miserable), so the second it was over I hopped to the bathroom. I'm coming out and there are two frat-boy types-- you know, Abercrombie shorts and Axe Body Spray stink-- standing there waiting for someone.

Frat Boy 1: So what did you think of it?
Frat Boy 2: *shifts uncomfortably, grinning* Uh, too much thinking. I feel like I just got out of a test.

I laughed, but not because he's a dumbass. He might be, I don't know, but it was a very good description of the state of my head just then. I told Balaji and he's going, "Yeah, man! Yeah!"

Inception rambling-- no spoilers, never fear )

Also, Cillian Murphy is still the prettiest man on the fucking planet. There are very few people I could just look at for hours, but he is one. (Yeah, that's creepy of me. Don't care. I could.)

And this will sound incredibly shallow and self-centered, but I was pleased by the structure, right up to the ending. Without being specific, I can say that it's precisely the one I used for Scripped-- which I did not invent, nor did Christopher Nolan, but part of me felt sort of daft for using it, like I was being trite. I am in no way saying I used it 1/100th as effectively as Nolan did here, but at least I know it can be done with a modern audience and gotten away with.

Yes, I am already starting to get paranoid. That's good though, that means I'll be well over it before May hits, and the reviews won't hurt so bad!

Now I'm going to go vacuum so John doesn't cough up a hairball after being here for an hour or two.
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a different kind of sickness, lacking any interest [Jun. 24th, 2009|05:37 pm]
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[Current Music |Mozart - Elvira Madigan - Allegro maestoso]

I'm not sure how, but I just outlined The Resurrectionists properly and... huh. Guess I do know where it's going and how. Damn, dude.

I mean, it's mostly Paul emoing, Tommy cockswinging, Becca bitching, and Hannah trying to hold their shit together and be a ray of weirdly intelligent sunshine, (with Dart being mysterious, Anne being silently ANGREE, and Will being clueless but hot, because everything I write needs one of those, preferably blond) but yeah. I have a story. I have scenes. I have loads of script and almost 5k written.

As it turns out, it's a lot of weird relationship issues injected with some creepy graverobbing and corpse animation. So it's pretty much inline with my MO, I mean to say.

I'm gonna write me a book, for real! (Snippet at the blog today. Don't read the feed version-- Cory caught me in a misleading typo and it hasn't updated yet!)

Also, more beta reading this morning, though my brain was only halfway on. Now I'm about to do more still. Like to get to chapter 4 today, which at this rate will be easy as pie. It's always amazing how much fun beta reading is for people I actually know. They're all, like, good.

Proving once more that fandom is the shit, thanks.

Also, I love Franz Liszt. In case you forgot. I listened to my "solo piano" list for him (I have a different one for concerti and symphonies, come on!) and man. He's seriously my dead boyfriend. Like whoa.
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stub cigarettes out on my arm [May. 19th, 2009|02:42 pm]
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[Current Music |Manic Street Preachers - Nostalgic Pushead]

Well I submitted... all my shit to Le Agent, as requested at Pennwriters. Aaron Polson just had a blog post about the etymology of the word "submit". That about sums it up. I'm relatively peaceful now.

I really should've tried to do something with the ending, which goes on way too long. But... well, I'm too sick to even think about wtf to do, and I need to capitalize on this weekend and do it now. If she likes it well enough other than that, she'll ask me to re-do it and send it back. If not, then it ain't meant to be.

So now all that's left on my list is Izzy time! Except that I'll probably just spend today trying to figure out what I need to do with her next, and going back over Reenie's notes so I can apply them to the chapters I have yet to finish. Maybe I can start balancing out he narrative just a little now that I have some vague idea of what, exactly, I wanna do with it.

... which is actually to make it more like Liam's. Well, in construction, not voice-- since they're kind of complete opposites. (Wow, there are two head people who should never be in the same room. Someone will be on fire-- just not sure which one.) But you know what I mean.

I'm looking forward to seeing her again, though. I think I missed her.

I had to order the Manics CD today, because I know goddamn well I won't find it in any of the shops, and iTunes is lame. Granted, it might not have been released here yet, but I don't care-- that's unacceptable! MUST HAVE!!!1!!one!!

I think it's time they officially became my favorite band. I mean, okay, if this new one sucks fine, but I'm sure it didn't because as lame as Q can be at times, they don't hand out five stars very often. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Oasis. But let's face facts, shall we?

(And honestly, with Aldo around, it was kind of just a matter of time. I'd like to blame him on them, but he showed up three years before them, so I'm SoL there.)

Speaking of which, I need to find that fucking issue of Q. It wasn't on the stands last week. Grrrrr!

Also, I listened to Baby 81 on the drive the other day. Holy shit, that's a good album.
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but I don't believe in magic; life is automatic [May. 11th, 2009|02:37 pm]
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Yay I wrote fanfiction! Of course, I totally lifted that Forge from [info]fantastisucks, pretty much word-for-word, so I can't claim any accomplishment there. It needed doing, though, for Alex's sake. He needs his BFF Forge in there for Maximum Shinyhair Effect. And also, Nerd Love. From Fastlove to Nerdlove. And we wonder why I can never, ever stop writing fanfiction? There it is!

Also: Skids! Yay! The problem with that, however, is that now I keep thinking of how cool it'd be to do a Gen-X Evo Style so I could Evo-ize a bunch of other mutants--

But I totally won't, man. I'll just think about it and be happy. Maybe they can make cameo appearances in the Trio of Love fic that'll come next. Torch, Iceman, and Spidey totally need visits from various mutants. Guest appearances shall abound!




I'm having a lot of trouble making myself do any work, which is not cool. I think I'm just nervous, and trying to pretend I'm not, since that's generally how I overcome nerves. I so don't want to do this conference thing. I'm kicking myself for it-- and thanking myself for it at the same time. I need to, I really, really must start doing it regularly, in fact. But argh. ARGH. DO NOT WANT.

Just that I kinda need. So too fucking bad, big baby. Time to plaster on the smile and stand up straight and all that. Oh yay!

Anyhow, I really want to finish editing a friend's stuff today or tomorrow, and tomorrow I need to go tie things up at the old place-- so at least I have that for cool distraction. I refuse to fall off the Happy Weekend and into the Scary Week Funk, dammit.
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I was buying some feelings from a vending machine [Sep. 17th, 2008|03:26 pm]
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I have been single-minded in my destruction since my last post. [Ed: My last F-locked post, anyhow.] I did take a break last night to eat something, have a G&T, and watch Eureka. I made myself go to bed just after 3am by taking a Tylenol PM (lifesaver when my head won't shut up), then back at it before 11am today.

I'm about halfway through a quick readthrough for line edits, just before chapter 10. I got to this line in Giuseppe's lab, describing one of his charts tacked to the wall:

A tree bearing indecipherable symbolic fruits.

And all I could think was "YOU'RE a tree bearing indecipherable symbolic fruits!!"

That was when I knew I'd lost my mind.

So I hit the word count button for the 30000th time, and got this:

Words: 119,754

This means two things:

1. Cutting it down to 115k wouldn't even require further scene cuts, just some good line editing.
and, more importantly
2. I AM FUCKING FINISHED WITH THIS DRAFT. #9, in the BAG.

It's been real, pal. Now shut the fuck up and let me hear myself think. Thanks, man. I love you even if you are a fucker.

x167,787
-119,754
xx48,033

So, I'm pretty much the queen of the world. (The one in my head. That's quite an accomplishment, with Gianni in there.)

It's not even 4pm, but it might be time for a drink. God knows my parents start at noon, about time I started carrying on family traditions.
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she was into the stones when I was into the roses [Sep. 9th, 2008|02:22 pm]
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Hey, I wonder how many times I said "fuck" in the last post.

God. Tired and drunk means I REALLY can't stop with that. Says Ms. I Wanna Write For A Living.

So today I did manage to go through the edits from the Harvest Hill crew and sort them out-- always a cool process after a few months of pulling your hair out over the stupid mistakes and quirks you catch two months after submitting. SUCH a relief to see line edits incorporated. My god.

And we got the cat back.

And I still don't know what to do with Izzy. But all this music has me inspired, so I'm a bit sad I can't use my brain much today. Might go and re-read some stuff, but that'd require listening to something other than the Fratellis-- something that won't make me want to sing.

ETA 3.48pm: Oh fuck me, my story is first!!!!

Ugh my stomach hurts. Why did I have to go and write about the American Revolution?! WHY?!
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the sink is full of fishes [May. 20th, 2008|12:20 pm]
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My husband just walked out of his office after a conference call, held out his hand, and said, "Look at the size of these toenails!!"

Apparently he'd been clipping them during the meeting. Dude. Gross. Boys are dumb. :/

ANYHOW!

I had a thought today. I know, wild but true. See, we're pushing the move back another few days, 'til Sunday, due to a couple of crappy circumstances. For one, his new client (Home Depot) arranged an important meeting Thursday afternoon, which he'd taken off to move. But it wasn't his company that did it, it was the client, so they really can't do anything about that. Then Comcast told us, in spite of our calling a week in advance, that they couldn't come hook us up earlier than next Monday.

Hmm, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday stuck in a two bedroom apartment with Balaji. With no internet or TV. (The TV is what really worries me. The phone has enough net to check movie times and get email and junk really quickly.) Yeah dude, I don't think so-- then I'll be expected to entertain him.

So anyhow I have some extra time to loaf (mmm I can draw stuff and edit stuff! Yes, this is my idea of relaxing.) Yesterday I worked my butt off and almost caused damage to my back again. But the good news is that all the books are packed (you can't believe how long that took-- I'd do a row and find like four more behind it...) so that's the biggest job! Now, I can sit around for a day or two before I have to do bathroom and kitchen! Yay!

So, onward with edits. And... with me babbling about nothing. Word up.

Right though, the thought. It had to do with finishing drafts, since two people I know have only just done so. Sue reported a feeling of slight sickness, and Meghan did not. I was reading this thing the other day, though I can't recall what, where someone said that when you finish a book/draft it's like a car crash. The car stops, but the person doesn't.

I always feel really sad/annoyed/angry after a draft. I wonder if that's why.
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enough with this fucking incense [Feb. 27th, 2008|05:07 pm]
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Man. I got another four chapters of Oubliette burned down today and shipped them off to Laura, then I got two more done so that I'm now on ch 11. I'm not being as hard on it as I probably should, in terms of line edits, but this is mostly just a runthrough to make sure it's... you know. Readable. Less crap words, less punctuation errors, less repetition and more sense. I'm also adding in small things for continuity's sake-- just referencing little thoughts they've had previously or whatever. The kind of shit that gets away from you when you write a book over a period of time.

But what's fucking shocking to me is how fast this one is to read. It has lots of draggy parts but... so much less than anything else I've ever written. It's so easy. God. I should do this more often-- it's way funner than my other stuff! So I'm motoring through it today and suddenly went, "fuck me, are we already to this part?! Christ, it's almost over!"

Anyhow, I might even do some more tonight. But for now, I smell pretty bad from the workout. So shower time for me. Just wanted to mention that cause... dude. Weird! (But fun!)
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but I quite fancy her mother; and I think that she likes me [Jan. 21st, 2008|12:42 pm]
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Because I need this to be here, since this is where I'm looking now, a repost from the Vampire Journal:

From First To Final Draft: Five Steps Of Revision from Writer's Digest

The key to successful final revisions is to compartmentalize your approach. Instead of trying to revise all the aspects of the text at once, concentrate only on one element at a time. The following five-step method of revision is a simple way to examine each of the most crucial elements. The strength of this method is that by doing only one step at a time, you are fully focused on that one area and not distracted by other problems. Don't give in to the temptation to fix something that is not part of the step you are pursuing. Keep in mind that each step has an ultimate goal and achieving that goal is the whole point of a particular revision.

The other important thing to remember is to apply this process only in short self-contained sections: If you're revising a long story or a novel, use this method on scenes or chapters. Students often ask if they can't just keep writing ahead rather than revising scenes or chapters as they go along, then just fix everything once they've completed the entire first draft.

Revising calls for a certain degree of ruthlessness. You must question the worthiness of every aspect of what's in your story, and if anything is found wanting, you must jettison it.

Step #1: Structure Goal: Develop a clear and compelling plot. What to Look for: 1) Scenes that are too passive/dialogue scenes with no tension 2) Scenes that don't build-up/are anti-climactic

STEP #2: TEXTURE Goal: Sharpen descriptive passages to make characters, setting, and action more vivid. What to Look for: 1) Too much or too little description 2) Clichéd word choices 3) Too many adjectives/adverbs 4) Research information dump 5) Background or setting information in wrong place.

STEP #3: DIALOGUE Goal: Elicit character personality through conversation. What to Look for: 1) Too many tag lines 2) Too few tag lines 3) Tag lines in the wrong place 4) Tag lines that contain too much info 5) Yet another info dump 6) Bland or melodramatic lines

STEP #4: EDITING Goal: Tighten pace and continuity. What to Look for: 1) Repetition through implication 2) Slow passages

STEP #5: BLENDING Goal: Search and destroy any weaknesses. What to Look for: Soft spots: unclear character motivations, actions that seem contrived, etc.
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