It’s Not Moral Cleanliness, But I’ll Take It.
Good morning, hello, and thanks to the new readers who dropped by as a result of AmazonFail coverage. Thanks also to old readers for your comments, support, links, and just general awesomeness. And that’s all I have to say about that. (Go ahead, heave that sigh of relief. I’ll wait.)
It’s tax day. I will feel a great surge of moral cleanliness when I drop my return in the mail. I suspect the feeling will not last. Feelings of moral cleanliness never do, for me. It’s a dirty dirty world we live in. (My tongue is so far in my cheek I’m surprised I don’t look like I’ve got mumps or something.)
I did start the new Jill Kismet book yesterday, and more pieces of the new YA’s plot are falling into place. (If my editors are reading this…I’m trying, but no, I have nothing for you yet.) Sekrit Project has opened up the floodgates, so it’s either time to prioritize or to juggle three books. That repeated thumpity-thump you hear? Is me hitting my head gently on the desk, because it feels so good when I stop.
This morning I got a chuckle out of I Married A Novelist. Nothing in the world could induce me to have a lover’s relationship or a marriage with a fellow writer. If only for the reason that I know how crazed and eccentric I am around deadlines, and two of us in the same house might be too much for the physical fabric of my universe. (“Chaos! Screaming! Dogs and cats living together!!1!“) It’s bad enough with a budding graphic artist (the UnSullen) actively submitting to contests and going through the elation-and-rejection cycle. (We have refrained from strangling each other by only the thinnest of margins, due to the fact that I’m older but still smarter and quicker.)
I’ll be at Candy Tan’s signing at Beaverton Powell’s tonight, and I expect hijinks and a lot of fun. (I am so boring–this is my only event for a long while, because I’m mostly too poor to travel and conventions don’t want me. Except for the excellent OryCon.)
Other than that, today is for quietly getting back in the swing. It’s going to take turning the damn router off so I’m not tempted to surf, but that’s worth it. I feel the need to get back in the saddle and achieve some heavy-duty wordcount.
It’s not moral cleanliness, but it is what I was made for and I’m damn happy to do it.
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Tags: novel madness, slight pause for station identification
April 15th, 2009 at 12:23 pm
That piece about being married to a novelist had me laugh, really.
I know I’d be a little envious of the other half (I’ve got these insistent voices in my head, but I can’t really write for the life of me…not that this stops them from keeping on asking…), but basically I’d be pleading to read anything new. 
April 15th, 2009 at 4:13 pm
Hurray for the new Jill Kismet book!! Just finished “Hunters Prayer” and it was teh awesome (as usual)!
April 15th, 2009 at 4:21 pm
And for the record, I know a lot of ladies are all hot and bothered for Japhrimel, but seriously, Lilith, I would definitely tell my hubby to hit the road if Saul showed up at my door. Saul is HAWT.
April 15th, 2009 at 9:51 pm
I won’t lie, I’m a Japhrimel fan but you know who’s giving him a run for his money? Perry. (In my book, at least.) That guy’s got some wicked…well, wickedness going on.