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I dunno, I just miss the Cap pic
Apr. 8th, 2009 12:40 pmI did just go work out and was thinking about how I only have three more years to become Captain America, but really, I just kind of missed my cool Cap pic. In the "please don't hate me because I'm beautiful" category, I am extremely proud to say that I seem to have officially dropped one pants size. I now wear a 14. Whoot. Oh, and I sold (or maybe "resold," depends on whether or not the editor decides that the New Wyrd chapbook counts) my short story "Jawbone of an Ass" to "SHE NAILED THE STAKE THROUGH HIS HEAD: TALES OF BIBLICAL HORROR," which is being published by Dybbuk Press (editor Tim Lieder.)
I've been having a lot of success lately. It sort of makes me worried that the other shoe is going to drop on my head.
I can tell you that writing Tate's latest (Honeymoon of the Dead) has been really sucking. I can NOT seem to crack 60,000 words (I promised my publisher 80,000.. so, let's just say I'm not quite there yet, despite declaring this beast done at least twice now.) I'm just pleased that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
naomikritzer has, in fact, agreed to read the beast. I'm sure it will get much better after her eyes have been over it. Today, I'm re-reading it trying to figure out where things might be thin, as I'm hoping to have something to give Naomi (and my partner Shawn) by Thursday. I need to finish this before Mason has the (almost) entire month of May off from school, because I need to write oh, a couple hundred pages on Ressurection Code before it's due at Mad Norwegian... then it will be time to kick out the first of Tate's new YA series....
*sigh*
At least the weather is insanely gorgeous. Not for my dear friend in Egypt, who is no doubt enjoying tempatures in the 90s F, but, here it's probably almost 50 F...which after the snow and whatnot seems heavenly. I've got the furnace off and several windows thrown wide open. I'm composing this in the sun room, with my feet propped up in a bright swath of sun. The birds are singing, and driving my poor kitties spare (the cats keep tossing themselves at the window screens, and then they have to clean their paws like, "I meant to do that.")
Okay, enough distractions. Off to work.
I've been having a lot of success lately. It sort of makes me worried that the other shoe is going to drop on my head.
I can tell you that writing Tate's latest (Honeymoon of the Dead) has been really sucking. I can NOT seem to crack 60,000 words (I promised my publisher 80,000.. so, let's just say I'm not quite there yet, despite declaring this beast done at least twice now.) I'm just pleased that
naomikritzer has, in fact, agreed to read the beast. I'm sure it will get much better after her eyes have been over it. Today, I'm re-reading it trying to figure out where things might be thin, as I'm hoping to have something to give Naomi (and my partner Shawn) by Thursday. I need to finish this before Mason has the (almost) entire month of May off from school, because I need to write oh, a couple hundred pages on Ressurection Code before it's due at Mad Norwegian... then it will be time to kick out the first of Tate's new YA series....*sigh*
At least the weather is insanely gorgeous. Not for my dear friend in Egypt, who is no doubt enjoying tempatures in the 90s F, but, here it's probably almost 50 F...which after the snow and whatnot seems heavenly. I've got the furnace off and several windows thrown wide open. I'm composing this in the sun room, with my feet propped up in a bright swath of sun. The birds are singing, and driving my poor kitties spare (the cats keep tossing themselves at the window screens, and then they have to clean their paws like, "I meant to do that.")
Okay, enough distractions. Off to work.