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kittydesadeWell, all traces of impending plague are gone. Unfortunately the NyQuil was not nearly as inspirational last night as it has been in the past. Perhaps that's because it was the NyQuil generic knock-off rather than Q, the great and powerful, itself. God I love that violent green shit. The Q is talking to me, the Q is talking to me! And, of course, I love Denis Leary too.
Oh well.
Tonight is edit-my-ass-off night. Also known as Oh my god I need to get these novels prepped for shipping night. And then it's going to be a nerve-wracking week doing the query letters and synopses and making sure that the first three chapters are formatted correctly. I adore the way Sofia is coming out, the new Faulknerian style suits it so much more than the previous straight prose style. Probably because of the scattered-mind nature of two out of three protagonists. Different, however, is dying rapidly. This makes me nervous.
Don't know what to say the monkeys won't do.
I should also get off my butt and write a couple of short stories. I should really edit 'Red' because it's been languishing on my 'to edit' pile for months now. The weird children's story I just wrote also needs some minor edits. Kaplooie. But I have no idea what I want to write a short story about. Hmm. Maybe it's time to revisit![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
15minuteficlets and see what they say. Probably. At least that'll give me something to send off next week.
Blah. What else did I.. oh. Right. Hah. The 60 some odd pages of editing that I had to do. That's going to be... gyah. What novel do I want to red-ink over, Thief (which needs a major plot transplant, stat) or Martine. And that reminds me, both novels I'm going to send out need titles. I should poll for titles or something. Argh. So much to do, and no 28 hours days to do it in. At least I'm a little more organized now.
See, this is what happens when my life is boring. You get all the rants about what I have to do and what I haven't written/edited yet.
Oh well.
Tonight is edit-my-ass-off night. Also known as Oh my god I need to get these novels prepped for shipping night. And then it's going to be a nerve-wracking week doing the query letters and synopses and making sure that the first three chapters are formatted correctly. I adore the way Sofia is coming out, the new Faulknerian style suits it so much more than the previous straight prose style. Probably because of the scattered-mind nature of two out of three protagonists. Different, however, is dying rapidly. This makes me nervous.
Don't know what to say the monkeys won't do.
I should also get off my butt and write a couple of short stories. I should really edit 'Red' because it's been languishing on my 'to edit' pile for months now. The weird children's story I just wrote also needs some minor edits. Kaplooie. But I have no idea what I want to write a short story about. Hmm. Maybe it's time to revisit
15minuteficlets and see what they say. Probably. At least that'll give me something to send off next week. Blah. What else did I.. oh. Right. Hah. The 60 some odd pages of editing that I had to do. That's going to be... gyah. What novel do I want to red-ink over, Thief (which needs a major plot transplant, stat) or Martine. And that reminds me, both novels I'm going to send out need titles. I should poll for titles or something. Argh. So much to do, and no 28 hours days to do it in. At least I'm a little more organized now.
See, this is what happens when my life is boring. You get all the rants about what I have to do and what I haven't written/edited yet.
