This is Steph. Steph got six hours of sleep last night, because en route to bed chapter 40 leapt up at her and whispered, “Eeeedit meeeee….”
So 40 was edited. That leaves 41 and 42 for tonight. And the epilogue needs a rewrite. I glanced at it before bed, stuck my tongue out at the cheesiness, and then went to burrow under my ‘lectric blanket and forty-two cats.
Tooorturing my heroes, just tooorturing my heroes…la de da dum doo de doo…torture torture torture MOUNTAIN DROP….
Three chapters (and a short epilogue) to go! And then I can send it away and kick this book outta my life! HA HA HA HA!
Mister Linguist helped me with my word problem. I made up a new one. Also, a real word that I actually got to use: dromedary.
Printing, and then to bed! YAHOO!
Added 1,000 words to Chapter 36 after weapons class this morning. I need to hunt through my medieval books for a better word than “drillmaster”.
“Sensei” is too Japanese, and associated with too many bad ninja movies and TV shows for me to use. I’m sure there’s a more traditional word. Either that, or I’ll just make one up. :)
Weapons class was jo-nage for the most part, with some swordcuts. Might I add, I am clueless when it comes to Jo Taigi and looked like a moron.
And that, friends, is why they gave me that sparkly brown belt in June!
Revisions for 34-35 are done. Printing out 36 and 37 with the intent to do them before bed, and then enter in the adjustments tomorrow. Hopefully I’ll also tackle 38-42 and the epilogue and be officially done with revisions.
(Okay, yes, I know: EPILOGUES BAD! EPILOGUES UNPROFESSIONAL! HULK SMAAAASH! but it’s a time and story flow thing for me. My story is very meticulously set to cover the time flow as it’s told. The Epilogue takes place several months later. It is a “true” epilogue, IMO, and yes — it’s vital to the overall story. Unless an editor tells me it ain’t.)
Oi.
Might I add, I snickered over some segments of the book tonight. This is one of the fun parts of revisions. Finding those pockets of humor you forgot about.
So either I’m hySTERical, or I am the only one who gets my humor.
not the way that she does
she is stranger more than fiction,
dictionary definition.
Chopping my way through Chapter 33 mark-ups. That makes four I’ve done this evening (30-33), including tweaks to 1 and some rewrites to 42 and the epilogue last night.
Whoo hoo! Julia Ecklar MP3s on iTunes! “Temper of Revenge” is fun to sing when you’re dealing with a bloody, uncooperative manuscript.
Ah, the danger of opening chapter the first. I ended up rewriting a chunk nestled around pages 4-6. Huge slab of tell where it should have been show.
I am big on stomping on tell stuff.
I won’t make the mistake of opening up the earlier stuff again until I’m done editing 31-42. Chapters 1-3 will get extra critical attention then.
I spent 42 minutes on various torture devices fitness machines tonight. They are extremely good for pushing ideas around in one’s overclocked cranium.
the black freighter
with fifty long cannons
opens fire on the town
Finished Soldiers Live. The death toll got only slightly better. An excellent send-off for the Black Company. But now I need new fiction to read.
Rewrote the first scene in 31. Another one of those scenes that snuck up on me-oh-my, and it shows.
Whaddya know, hawks don’t have totally black eyes. Praise gawd for the intragooglewebnet, without which my manly man hawk god would have had onyx eyes.
What I do next (after the anthology story) is slowly churning in my head. We’ll see if it survives the weekend.
I really meant to go to bed early tonight. Damn that scene. How could 964 words take so long?
I have no excuse for not writing last night other than one powerful margarita (the guys at Mariachi seem to like me) and Soldiers Live.
I told a friend that if he ever, ever, EVER complains about my tendency to kill off characters again, I’m pointing him to Glen Cook, who has roundly spanked me in that department. The last 100 pages have been brutal on his cast, and there’s still 100 to go.
I think I’m most impressed by Tobo’s character development. And this book reaffirms for me how much fun it can be to write in a first person voice. The Sahra from Murgen’s accountings is a completely different creature than the Sahra in Sleepy and Croaker’s stories. The same is true with other characters: Narayan Singh, Booboo (who I can’t help but think of as “Booboo-Kitty-Fuck”), etc….
That’s got to be fun to write.
Which has got Kitsu talking. Maybe I’ll try writing two books at once after SoS (which is looking more like SotDI now) is done.
But I’ll outline the fuckers.
Oh, yes.
Had a nasty headache last night (nausea, pounding brain, disorientation) and thus, no edits. Tonight should be better.
Chapter 29 revisions entered. “Teh sexxx seen” is officially first drafted and done with.
Gonna go upstairs and edit a couple more chapters, as well as eat a little clam chowder as I have not yet had dinner.
or I’m a human wire
receiving a signal:
desire
