I'm working on my presentation for SvB (the national book catalogue that presents new authors and publishers news for the next quarter or half year), and I'm having a tiny little problem with talking about myself in third person. I always suspect that I sound like Napoleon ( Read more... )

 Line revisions - thou art death. Slow and painful and horrible and tedious and headache inducing.

I'm going to be done tonight if it kills me. This revison has to end soon.

Send in the dogs if you don't hear from me before noon.

 So, according to a recent poll only 39% believe in darwinian evolution in America and that should explain why the movie 'Creation' won't go up on American cinemas. I sincerely hope that's because they have asked the wrong people for the poll. It would make me nervous if that were the actual fact. The movie opened the movie festival at Toronto but ( Read more... )

 I know that I've reached the end of a long period of writing madness when I find that the only candy in the house is ( Read more... )

 Time to find another title. DAMN IT ALL!

I'm going to bed now. With a good book - not named the same as my own - and will resume work on Shiny Project tomorrow. I'm too upset to do anything productive tonight. I would appologize for the lack of distance but I really was hoping to get to keep my title. I find I'm a bit more than slightly ( Read more... )

 So, one of the publishers said that today was the day that I should receive my answer. It's starting to feel like the answer. More important than 42 or the solution to world famine (no, not really, but you get my drift). I felt that if they turned me down I could have a good weep and get to bed early and tomorrow I would set my sights on the next ( Read more... )

I guess you've guessed why I'm not posting as often as I used to? I have no news from the publishers and that is driving me crazy. I try to stay away from the computer as much as possible so as not to obsess over my inbox. The waiting is killing me! Ok, ok, so I know that two and a half week at a publisher is like an afternoon for us mere mortals. ( Read more... )

 I've worked on my manuscript the entire day and made 5 pages nicer. I needed at least 10 and had actually hoped for 20. But after five pages my mind locked down around the things I had to do to the text and a black mood locked down around me.

I tried to cure my mood with a new skirt, one I've coveted for a while but was unsure of. Well, now I own ( Read more... )

 To do a re-write on demand is a lot harder than it sounds. At least when the demands are slippery as a soap in a turkish bath. I'm not sure what to do with the hints and pointers I got from the editor and my mood doesn't help any.

I spent today staring at Udda in exasperation, fighting a cramp in my calf, doing the laundry (and since the laundry- ( Read more... )

So, the sky didn't fall down on my head. My friends didn't get a nasty strain of ebola. My sweetest didn't get run over by a car (these past few days anyway) and I didn't loose my job. Whatever kind of _DOOM_ I felt it wasn't directed at me this time. Or at least not so I noticed. I had a friend that I don't have anymore. I finished my copy-job and ( Read more... )