babarnett: (edna the incredibles)
1. Thursday morning, I get up butt early to hop on a plane to Colorado with [livejournal.com profile] shvetufae  for Sirens.  Any chance I'll be seeing any other flisters there? (aside from the lovely ladies I'm rooming with, of course)

2. Thankfully I don't get these very often, but it always makes my brain blow up a little when you get a story comment along the lines of "I don't understand how Joe got to the store. Did he walk?  That seems like a long way to go, so I'm not sure if he would of made it there in time to run into Mary if he walked" and you're like, "Um, the first sentence of the previous paragraph says, 'Joe got in his car and drove to the store.'"

3. Not much to report on the writerly front.  This week has been spent puzzling over how to restructure chapter 2 so that it's a little more "people do stuff" and a little less "people think about stuff."  I think I'm going to move some chapter 5 bits into this earlier chapter. Then comes smoothing the seams so that the bits flow and don't seem like no more than a cut-and-paste job.

4. I generally don't post about politics and other potentially divisive topics.  I'm not saying that I don't think anyone should post about those things (many of my friends do), just that I have my reasons for not doing so.  But man, do I ever find myself muttering "What the !@#$ is wrong with people?" lately.  That is all.

5. Back to the trivial: shoes.  When a pair of shoes I love because they're both cute and comfortable finally die on me, 99% of the time I will never be able to find that particular style again.  Thankfully, today was that 1% of time when I not only found the same style again, but in my size and color of preference.  Oh happy shoe day!
babarnett: (ash boomstick)
I'm actually feeling something resembling productive on the writing front--despite being crazy busy with chorus rehearsals and concerts , critiquing commitments, stuff that earns me a paycheck, that looming Grinch-inducement that is Christmas, and stuff that I never should have volunteered to do because it makes me want to bludgeon both things and people.

I found a few moments these past two days to start revisions on a yet-to-be-renamed short story that originally bore the generic title "Legacy" (or for you Odyssey '07 folks, the orgy story). I had been putting this one off because a stack of critiques and line edits on a 6,100 word story is a scary, scary thing to look at. But now that I've poured through all those crits, I've realized that this actually isn't going to be too bad. One of the headaches in revising is when you get conflicting comments about what works and what doesn't, or you know what doesn't work but don't how to fix it. But with this story, there was actually something resembling consensus in the crits. And better yet, I actually know how to address the problems. This feels entirely too easy, so there must be a catch.

As for stories out there in submission land, I'm still seeing nothing but a sea of rejection (ok, a water-related metaphor probably isn't the most apt one I could come up with to describe a dry spell in sales...no wonder I get rejected), but the past couple weeks have at least brought rejections of the non-sucktastic kind, which is a nice change of pace. It's nice to feel like I'm not a total waste of a writer. Let's see....

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