September 6th, 2005

peeking out

Tuesday afternoon update

I am not magically fixed from my neurologist visit, but there's stuff for him to look at. And also I am obscurely cheered that I live in a town where there is a Granlund sculpture outside "our" hospital. (Granlund was sculptor-in-residence at my college -- pictures here -- and while I didn't like all of his statues -- why were they trying to snap that poor baby's neck? -- he has a familiar look I found comforting.)

My special writer magic is getting more confusing: I deposited a check today, so another came in the mail. That's the special writer magic. The problem is, I'm not quite clear on what either of them was for. They're from the appropriate people but not in anything like the appropriate amounts. They're either overpaying me for one item or underpaying me for multiple, and the invoices are less than clear. I suppose I'll wait and see what else is forthcoming.

Julian May ate my head and introduced me to the concept of fandom when I was 12 and read Intervention, so I bought Conqueror's Moon with a birthday gift card and started reading it last night. It was the only thing with me at the neurologist's office. This was a mistake. I said the N fatal words again (some formulation of "I don't care about these people," although "this isn't even bad" might apply here). Very sad. Now I've put it in the basket and am reading Dorothy Dunnett's next Niccolo book when I'm not working on Sampo edits.

On that last: every day a revelation and all that. In the bit I was reading today, Edward says, "I'm looking forward to seeing how I make it all work," and I see what he means.

Sampo blather

I really like this thread. Really I do. Brilliantly funny. But it's made it a bit hard for me to get edits done with a main character called Edward, because my brain is prompting me all wrong. He isn't telling lies, telling lies. And, in fact, his grey hawk's blood may well have been that red. We don't know. We never get the chance to find out. (Yes, I'm sorry, now I've spoiled the ending to the whole mess: no hawk blood at all. Alas.)

I'm still marveling at how different Lucy comes out now that her name isn't Laura. Laura did some naive things that Lucy would never have done, and so I can only cross them out and shake my head. It's like night and day. Or rather more like day and some entirely different day. It's just plain strange. I've never done something like this before, where instead of making a character more comprehensible or changing a trait or two, I've substituted in some entirely different person. And of course the story is going differently (minor character, so not entirely differently): it's got different people in it. Interesting to watch, though. And I feel like Laura is still wandering around my head somewhere -- she hasn't become Lucy, she's just been removed from this project. (I try to avoid Python references as overdone in geek circles, but she really is Sir Not Appearing In This Film Book.)

As I'm doing revisions, I feel like I was sitting around saying, "Hey, we should put an expansion on the house," and then I went out side to find that I dug and poured the foundations in my sleep a year ago. And the concrete seems to be holding, so...okay then. I'll just keep building as I have the energy for it.