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I Frigging LOVE March
Mar. 2nd, 2009 10:50 am... because nothing could suck quite as much as February did. Wow, am I glad February is over.
Other than the nice day Mason and I had with Flo and cookie making, most of February will be remembered as the month of SICK. (Oh, and btw, for those who care, Shawn's migraine FINALLY lifted yesterday. That's right: March 1.)
Plus, today has provided any number of funky synchronistic bonuses. First, and probably best: today a fan friended me on Facebook. Whoopity-doo, you say, well to you I explain that THIS fan lives in none-other-than Cairo, Egypt! "And?" you say some baffled. Well, I continue undaunted by your disinterest, I have been struggling to find a personal connection to Cairo for the Mouse novel so I can give it a good sense of place. I'm hoping that this fan will write me back and we can have a nice chat about his hometown and it will inspire me to add some setting bits that will make readers everywhere sit up and say, "Wow, that sounds like Cairo, all right."
Plus, I had this epiphany last night as I was falling asleep. As you know, Bob, I have been struggling with the prequel. Every time you check to find out how I'm doing, I'm singing a complaining song about how I just can't seem to get a grip on the slippery bugger and I'm not satified. Well, I read something over the weekend that totally inspired me. It's a completely unrelated thing, a book about Irish goddess, traveling in Ireland, and good craic called THE RED-HAIRED GIRL FROM THE BOG by Patricia Monaghan (who, if she has Google Alerts set up for this book or her name, is probably wondering right now how strange it is that a vampire romance writer AND a science fiction writer just happened to read her book the very same weekend). Anyway, it's awesome book. If those subject appeal to you at all -- or if you're trying to figure out how to be an Irish feminist, I recommend the book. The point is, that it hit me last night that a way I could structure RESURRECTION CODE so that I could actually cover the time span I want to is to consider writing is as though it were a faux memoir written by Mouse. I don't know if it will work, but the idea has lit a fire under my a$$ that I haven't had ever before whilst wriitng this book.
In preparation I printed out all my failed attempts to write this book (5, so far,) and am going to start doing some serious planning, plotting and other thinking about today. Wish me luck.
So that's what I'm planning to do today. And now I need to get started, because so far today has not exactly gone as planned. I hoped to also start back at the gym, but I got all the way to my locker when I realized that I had neglected to pack tennis shoes, and somehow I couldn't see my work out going very well in snow boots. :-)
Plus, in fish news, this morning as I was feeding the tetra I discovered one poor fellow suck under a rock (again.) I released her/him, and s/he seemed to be just fine despite some torn fin bits and speckles (ripped spots?) on her body scales, but it is very odd to me that this is the SECOND time I've discovered a tetra stuck in almost the exact same spot. I'm not quite sure what drives them to knock the rocks around. The rocks are huge (compared to them) and you wouldn't think it would be easy for them to get somehow trapped under them. I don't think they move a lot on their own (the rocks, I mean, not the tetra who are quite zippy,) so it's rather baffling. Ah well.
How's your March shaping up?
Other than the nice day Mason and I had with Flo and cookie making, most of February will be remembered as the month of SICK. (Oh, and btw, for those who care, Shawn's migraine FINALLY lifted yesterday. That's right: March 1.)
Plus, today has provided any number of funky synchronistic bonuses. First, and probably best: today a fan friended me on Facebook. Whoopity-doo, you say, well to you I explain that THIS fan lives in none-other-than Cairo, Egypt! "And?" you say some baffled. Well, I continue undaunted by your disinterest, I have been struggling to find a personal connection to Cairo for the Mouse novel so I can give it a good sense of place. I'm hoping that this fan will write me back and we can have a nice chat about his hometown and it will inspire me to add some setting bits that will make readers everywhere sit up and say, "Wow, that sounds like Cairo, all right."
Plus, I had this epiphany last night as I was falling asleep. As you know, Bob, I have been struggling with the prequel. Every time you check to find out how I'm doing, I'm singing a complaining song about how I just can't seem to get a grip on the slippery bugger and I'm not satified. Well, I read something over the weekend that totally inspired me. It's a completely unrelated thing, a book about Irish goddess, traveling in Ireland, and good craic called THE RED-HAIRED GIRL FROM THE BOG by Patricia Monaghan (who, if she has Google Alerts set up for this book or her name, is probably wondering right now how strange it is that a vampire romance writer AND a science fiction writer just happened to read her book the very same weekend). Anyway, it's awesome book. If those subject appeal to you at all -- or if you're trying to figure out how to be an Irish feminist, I recommend the book. The point is, that it hit me last night that a way I could structure RESURRECTION CODE so that I could actually cover the time span I want to is to consider writing is as though it were a faux memoir written by Mouse. I don't know if it will work, but the idea has lit a fire under my a$$ that I haven't had ever before whilst wriitng this book.
In preparation I printed out all my failed attempts to write this book (5, so far,) and am going to start doing some serious planning, plotting and other thinking about today. Wish me luck.
So that's what I'm planning to do today. And now I need to get started, because so far today has not exactly gone as planned. I hoped to also start back at the gym, but I got all the way to my locker when I realized that I had neglected to pack tennis shoes, and somehow I couldn't see my work out going very well in snow boots. :-)
Plus, in fish news, this morning as I was feeding the tetra I discovered one poor fellow suck under a rock (again.) I released her/him, and s/he seemed to be just fine despite some torn fin bits and speckles (ripped spots?) on her body scales, but it is very odd to me that this is the SECOND time I've discovered a tetra stuck in almost the exact same spot. I'm not quite sure what drives them to knock the rocks around. The rocks are huge (compared to them) and you wouldn't think it would be easy for them to get somehow trapped under them. I don't think they move a lot on their own (the rocks, I mean, not the tetra who are quite zippy,) so it's rather baffling. Ah well.
How's your March shaping up?