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I Write, Therefore I Am
Jan. 19th, 2011 08:03 amWell, another Wednesday is here. I've uploaded my 5th chapter of Lay Me Low on Ashwinder, and once again, I have been amazed at the reception. I keep thinking that, any minute, someone will say "WTF?" but folks seem to be getting it, and thankfully the Muse is continuing to supply the goods. I invented a new spell for the story which features Sempra's way of drawing Hermione's hair. I hope she'll get a kick out of it. It actually does feature throughout the story, lest it sound frivolous. I'm a bit like those explorers in Antarctica; I'll leave stuff behind, hoping I can make my way back to pick it up later.
The Muse is a capricious little prankster, though. I'll polish up a chapter for LML, eager to hit the next one, and he'll say, "No, I want to work on Droxy's fic today." And suddenly I'm switching gears and working on Staring At The Sun. It's a very schizophrenic way of working, and it causes glaring errors. I sent Mimi some little bits to get her very valued opinion, and when she sent it back and I re-read what I'd written, my timelines were all over the place. It was hilarious when I think about it, but it means that I'm faced with continuity errors as well as grammatical ones now, and jeez, those are bad enough!
RL: Well, we had a surprisingly good day at the shop. Our decision to make a public announcement that we are struggling seems to be paying off, and folks are flocking in, trying to help in any way they can. It's so gratifying, that people want to help us so much. My chef made the most amazing Chicken and Corn Chowder soup, and people were practically fighting over it. My friend Kela, a baker, brought by a made-from-scratch Chocolate Cake with Homemade Chocolate Buttercream Icing. It was huge, and we sold every slice (well, except the small one we QC'd - has to be done!). She wouldn't take a penny for it. Said she's just in a baking mood, but I have a sneaking suspicion her mood was brought on by a desire to help.
Next Tuesday, she's promised her Creme Brulee, which is the best dessert I've ever had, as far as I'm concerned. I've never had a dessert I enjoyed more. I was actually upset when I finished it. It is like silk, and tastes like something stolen from the gods, and Prometheus as got nothing on stealing fire. You just get the feeling that, as soon as they discover you eating it, you'll be punished, and it will have been worth it.
I am enjoying the new discipline of drabbling, which is so difficult for a verbose old windbag like me, but it is such a great exercise, and I totally get it when Mimi once told me they were addictive. I'm itching to try more, even though I'm up to my parts in two fanfics, plus a very crucial chapter in my original fic The Family.
The Hubs is invaluable at moments like this. He gets visited by the Muse lately almost as much as me. A few nights ago, he told me he had a dream, in which a huge black raven was sitting on a grey stone. The stone was covered in intricate carvings, and just as the Hubs had come upon the two of them, the stone had said something to the Raven, and the bird was furious. It gave the stone a vicious peck, and in a deep sonorous voice, said, "Consider yourself warned, Stone." It was kinda cool hearing The Hubs say this dire warning, speaking in his lovely, deep, voice. Hmmm. Doesn't hurt that he's from Surrey and sounds a little like...
He said, "I think your Muse was trying to give me something, but that's all I remember." Huh. That's all I need. I was jumping up and down. It sooooo fits my Droxy fic.
The Muse is a capricious little prankster, though. I'll polish up a chapter for LML, eager to hit the next one, and he'll say, "No, I want to work on Droxy's fic today." And suddenly I'm switching gears and working on Staring At The Sun. It's a very schizophrenic way of working, and it causes glaring errors. I sent Mimi some little bits to get her very valued opinion, and when she sent it back and I re-read what I'd written, my timelines were all over the place. It was hilarious when I think about it, but it means that I'm faced with continuity errors as well as grammatical ones now, and jeez, those are bad enough!
RL: Well, we had a surprisingly good day at the shop. Our decision to make a public announcement that we are struggling seems to be paying off, and folks are flocking in, trying to help in any way they can. It's so gratifying, that people want to help us so much. My chef made the most amazing Chicken and Corn Chowder soup, and people were practically fighting over it. My friend Kela, a baker, brought by a made-from-scratch Chocolate Cake with Homemade Chocolate Buttercream Icing. It was huge, and we sold every slice (well, except the small one we QC'd - has to be done!). She wouldn't take a penny for it. Said she's just in a baking mood, but I have a sneaking suspicion her mood was brought on by a desire to help.
Next Tuesday, she's promised her Creme Brulee, which is the best dessert I've ever had, as far as I'm concerned. I've never had a dessert I enjoyed more. I was actually upset when I finished it. It is like silk, and tastes like something stolen from the gods, and Prometheus as got nothing on stealing fire. You just get the feeling that, as soon as they discover you eating it, you'll be punished, and it will have been worth it.
I am enjoying the new discipline of drabbling, which is so difficult for a verbose old windbag like me, but it is such a great exercise, and I totally get it when Mimi once told me they were addictive. I'm itching to try more, even though I'm up to my parts in two fanfics, plus a very crucial chapter in my original fic The Family.
The Hubs is invaluable at moments like this. He gets visited by the Muse lately almost as much as me. A few nights ago, he told me he had a dream, in which a huge black raven was sitting on a grey stone. The stone was covered in intricate carvings, and just as the Hubs had come upon the two of them, the stone had said something to the Raven, and the bird was furious. It gave the stone a vicious peck, and in a deep sonorous voice, said, "Consider yourself warned, Stone." It was kinda cool hearing The Hubs say this dire warning, speaking in his lovely, deep, voice. Hmmm. Doesn't hurt that he's from Surrey and sounds a little like...
He said, "I think your Muse was trying to give me something, but that's all I remember." Huh. That's all I need. I was jumping up and down. It sooooo fits my Droxy fic.
