February 12th, 2005

frustrated

Week of February 6-12

Three rejections.

And also, I hate the flu. No one here has it. But we all resent its existence anyway. So I don't know what we're doing for dinner this evening, because of the stupid much-resented flu. Harumph.

I think anything else I could say here would be not only cranky (which you guys seem to deal with just fine) but also boring. Sorry.
good mris pic

Better

Just thought I'd say I'm in a better mood now. At least one of you was concerned. Don't be.

I finished the read-through on Thermionic Night. Doesn't mean I'm done -- oh, heck no, I have a big stack of index cards yet to go, and a bunch of sheer typing for the changes I have already made. But I've read it straight through once. Despite my revision-inspired crankiness, this is a cheerful thing: it's feeling more like a book with some missing bits than an irredeemably bad and senseless book in my head, now that I've read the whole thing. timprov keeps reminding me that there's a big difference between a bad book and an unfinished book. This may be the unfinished version of what is ultimately a bad book. Right now I don't think so, though. It seems like it should be obvious that that's a good thing.

There are more things towards the end of the book that I just got plain wrong the first time through. This is to be expected. What's a little strange is that my internal reaction to some of the wrong-er bits is, "That never happened!" Well, no, but....