Revisions Deathmarch
I’m about to begin a revisions deathmarch–lot of stuff to rip out and gut, even more to put back in, all while producing new wordcount on a different book. This is akin to juggle flaming chainsaws while singing an aria and playing Chopsticks with your toes, all while cooking boeuf bourguignon. I’m glad I cleaned the house this weekend, because it’s going to be a disaster area before I’m done.
This weekend I also updated my events page and made my events calendar public. (Not that there’s ever much on there, I’m a homebody.) I also got a Blackberry, because Richelle Mead’s smartphone saved our lives several times while traveling. Not only that, but the publisher loved her tweets while we did events.
I want my publisher to love me, too. Plus I needed a PDA without adding another electronic device (to go wrong or get dropped or fail on me) and my friend Monk has had a Crackberry for three years now. I was in love with his little device before I went and got my own.
So, I’m just popping in to say hi before popping back out and starting the huge mess of revisions. In the meantime, you can check out this piece, with Neil Gaiman as a literary Chuck Norris. And this one, about how luck is a myth if you want to have a writing career. Oh, and Al Franken shows us how Congresscritters and Senate critters should behave. Not to mention a Threadless T-shirt contest, kind of. (Yeah, I’m shameless. So what?)
And with that, I’m turning my router off and diving into the fray. Get my chainsaws, piano, and kitchen ready…
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Tags: editing makes one cranky, fellow weirdnesses, novel madness
