September is the Cruelest Month
Sep. 7th, 2006 10:22 amFuck April. September in Southern California, when it's still a bazillion degrees and things are blooming and the cats are all, "dude, did you know winter's coming? and I should practice sitting on your head since I've forgiven you for that whole miserable heat wave summer/laptop affair thing? Never mind that it's still a bazillion degrees out because you don't need sleep, right?"
Last night was the final night of my writing class and I desperately hope I can keep the momentum going on the NIP. I'm really pleased that the class liked what they read, that my teacher liked what I turned in. It's still sort of a mess, but it's a mess with purpose now.
And in true rolling my eyes at the things that come out of my mouth fashion, I actually said the words, "Dude, I'm writing the Iliad, not the Odyssey." to someone last night, which is sort of true in that I'm writing the battle and not the journey (and it's probably a better metaphor than I thought, but mostly I was explaining that I wasn't writing LOTR, or anything that involved maps, but that I was also, also tired of writing interior landscape and even then I was confusing myself and was starting to understand that compulsion that fantasy writers have to draw maps). The only seriously embarrassing aspect of that conversation was me worrying that they thought that I thought I was writing something of Iliadish stature. But I got over it. (We spent the first 45 minutes of class trying to find something for me to read, so they know I'm a big dork anyway. I may go back and retry Joan Didion. But... well, here LA isn't my LA. It could have been, but it's not now. I want a great Los Angeles novel.)
Today is one of those days in the publication cycle where I have just enough to do to ensure that nothing gets done. I've got ficlets in the works for several people, and owe
robynbender a five things (which I'd spaced out on entirely), and I know we're hitting the descent phase of that meme, but if anyone's got any stray five things requests, I'd still be happy to answer them. Fandoms are the obvious - Farscape, S9 & 10 SG-1, Firefly, X-Files, West Wing, but I'd also do Dead Like Me, My Name is Earl, Sayers, Bujold, Veronica Mars, etc.
Last night was the final night of my writing class and I desperately hope I can keep the momentum going on the NIP. I'm really pleased that the class liked what they read, that my teacher liked what I turned in. It's still sort of a mess, but it's a mess with purpose now.
And in true rolling my eyes at the things that come out of my mouth fashion, I actually said the words, "Dude, I'm writing the Iliad, not the Odyssey." to someone last night, which is sort of true in that I'm writing the battle and not the journey (and it's probably a better metaphor than I thought, but mostly I was explaining that I wasn't writing LOTR, or anything that involved maps, but that I was also, also tired of writing interior landscape and even then I was confusing myself and was starting to understand that compulsion that fantasy writers have to draw maps). The only seriously embarrassing aspect of that conversation was me worrying that they thought that I thought I was writing something of Iliadish stature. But I got over it. (We spent the first 45 minutes of class trying to find something for me to read, so they know I'm a big dork anyway. I may go back and retry Joan Didion. But... well, here LA isn't my LA. It could have been, but it's not now. I want a great Los Angeles novel.)
Today is one of those days in the publication cycle where I have just enough to do to ensure that nothing gets done. I've got ficlets in the works for several people, and owe