And as the bombshells of my daily fears explode
I try and trace them to my youth…
Two things that are either cool or made me snorfle with laughter: Bianca van der Werf’s photography (cool, link stolen from the Musecrack community) and LOLThulu, stolen from Spiderfarmer (makes me snorfle.) The LOLThulu is almost as good as the Miskatonic State University bumper stickers. I especially like the “I’m Off UR Coast, Mutatin UR Villagers” one.
I managed to get through one pass on Night Shift–the beta reader’s suggestions. Today and tomorrow is for the editor’s suggestions/revisions, and then it gets sent back to my lovely, wonderful, marvelous editor, She Who Must Be Appeased With Chocolate. (I should send more Truffle Pig.)
Wonderful thing about writing: naming your vampires after bathtub ring. AWESOME! I wanted some vampires that weren’t cute and sexy. It’s been a while since I’ve had some serious nosferatu-rotting corpse-just plain nasty vampire action. So true to form, I’ve decided to write it myself.
But not until the third Jill book. Note to self: sounding disconnected this morning. Must drink more coffee.
As soon as I finish the edits on Night Shift it’s back into Redemption Alley. I have to get Jill in a fight before she leaves the barrio. I ALSO have to get her car–a cherried-out orange 70s Impala–blown up sometime this book.
I know a lot of you have been concerned about me, because I have fallen so far behind on email etc. Thanks for worrying–things are pretty intense, for a few reasons I’d rather not name. I’m just keeping my head down and working, and hoping everything gets better. Because, you know, I’ve got books to write. I can’t afford to be out of commission.
The one thing I can talk about is health stuff. I am feeling a bit under the weather, though the heat has finally broken and we’re looking at 70-degree days instead of 90-degree sweltering pitboxes called “days” that don’t even cool off at night. While that’s good, I have some old injuries acting up and some other stuff that makes it a tad bit uncomfy to be in my skin lately, probably due to the stress. It’s not all teacakes and roses being me, ya know.
Though some days–like when my editor sends me a clutch of YA books–it’s downright awesome.
So. There’s Indigo Girls songs I need to play, to get myself in the mood for being in Jill’s head when she finds out a Few Unpleasant Things. In the meantime…because I loff my flist, here’s LIVE-ACTION THUNDERCATS!!!!!
You can thank me later. *long screechy laugh*
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