April 2nd, 2005


Week of March 27-April 2

One rejection, no acceptances, no anything else.

And if I was feeling better the book would be in the alpha readers' hands and out of my hair by now. But I'm not. I took a nap for an hour and a half this afternoon. A nap! Those of you who know me well are probably wishing I'd warned you to sit down before sharing that kind of news. You can tell I'm sick if I actually manage to fall asleep in the middle of the day. My plan for dinner is broth and toast. Oh, the adventure. Oh, the excitement.

This had better go away soon. I have things to do.

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So mostly I've been reading, when I haven't been napping today. I read Peter O'Donnell's Cobra Trap (and it was awful, and everyone warned me, and I'm still glad I read it, but bleh!) and Ellis Peters's The Rose Rent this morning. I'm in the middle of M. John Harrison's Light, and I cannot be arsed to care the slightest bit about any of these characters. Hating them would take an intensity I just don't have where they're concerned. I also suspect that I am less impressed by the quantum mechanics references than many people are. Still, I persevere.

Novels go kerthud.

Out of my hair and into two very tolerant inboxes. Now I can write short stories for awhile. Or maybe a different damn novel. Or both. Parallax on the suckage, that's what we're going for here. "Yes, I see that it sucks, but can you help me pinpoint on which axis it might suck?" Sigh. I'm not even going to bother starting to print the in-house copy until tomorrow.

And now my day off tomorrow will actually feel like a day off. Maybe. I hope.

I'm going to crash and read some more of Colin Cotterill's Thirty-Three Teeth, which I like a lot so far.