Dude, I'm just so mellow
Aug. 10th, 2006 11:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pjthompsonMeh. No gain, no cut yesterday. I cut, but had to add in some stuff to make vague things clearer. Clarity is a good thing. I don't begrudge it. The good news is that as I read through this ms. the new opening comes into clearer focus. The set piece I thought I was going to be able to cut from the middle of the ms. and stick on the front probably won't work. I'll have to write something new, but that's forming up. Which will add to the word count, but hopefully not by much. Short is the operative word here: prologue-y short, although I'll call it chapter one because it's in the same time period, et al. The other good news is that these chapters are pretty tight-as-written. I know there's some more baggage coming up in later chapters, but these read pretty well to me, even after all this time.
Today I plan on working on "Eudora's Song." I thought I should probably read it through once more before flinging it at FSF. But I might sneak in more work on Shivery Bones.
ETA: You know what I hate? When you finish a rewrite and you say to yourself, "I think I nailed it that time!" And you lay it aside so you can read it again in a month and gain a little perspective, and you read it a month later and . . . the illusive It remains unnailed. "Eudora" is a stronger story, but the damned middle still sags. I've done what I can for it at this moment in time, but I don't think it's enough. I'm still taking it off the hook and releasing it, though. It needs to get into the water and start swimming. Maybe I'll know better how to fix it the next time I catch it.
Interesting sight of the day: Somebody took out a fire hydrant on Admiralty Way in Marina del Rey. Normally this is a fast shoot winding through the Marina, wending my way from Westchester to Santa Monica. But the opportunities for exiting Admiralty are limited, so we were pretty much trapped there watching the impressive water display. It was shooting up in the air a good 100 feet or so. Since there wasn't a damned thing I could do about it, I went into my zen place and thought about how lucky I was not to be trying to get out of Heathrow today, or flying anywhere for that matter. Finally, the sheriff's department started squeezing cars by in one lane and we eventually merged and moved past.
The merging thing, it's funny. Some drivers are so rabid about being first, even though everyone is moving at a snail's pace. You're not getting ahead of me, you're not getting ahead of me! I'll crash my car into you!" It's chickenshit insane, but what are you going to do? I was in my zen place, so I let the bastard go ahead of me.
Which is not to say I'm not a maniac driver sometimes. It goes with the territory here in L.A. But this morning, apparently, my hormones were in balance and it wasn't a problem. Or maybe it was the lovely fragrance of White Light I smelled for the first time last night.
Quote of the day:
"Fear will always fall to wonder in those who are capable of it."
—Jeffrey Ford, Memoranda
Today I plan on working on "Eudora's Song." I thought I should probably read it through once more before flinging it at FSF. But I might sneak in more work on Shivery Bones.
ETA: You know what I hate? When you finish a rewrite and you say to yourself, "I think I nailed it that time!" And you lay it aside so you can read it again in a month and gain a little perspective, and you read it a month later and . . . the illusive It remains unnailed. "Eudora" is a stronger story, but the damned middle still sags. I've done what I can for it at this moment in time, but I don't think it's enough. I'm still taking it off the hook and releasing it, though. It needs to get into the water and start swimming. Maybe I'll know better how to fix it the next time I catch it.
Interesting sight of the day: Somebody took out a fire hydrant on Admiralty Way in Marina del Rey. Normally this is a fast shoot winding through the Marina, wending my way from Westchester to Santa Monica. But the opportunities for exiting Admiralty are limited, so we were pretty much trapped there watching the impressive water display. It was shooting up in the air a good 100 feet or so. Since there wasn't a damned thing I could do about it, I went into my zen place and thought about how lucky I was not to be trying to get out of Heathrow today, or flying anywhere for that matter. Finally, the sheriff's department started squeezing cars by in one lane and we eventually merged and moved past.
The merging thing, it's funny. Some drivers are so rabid about being first, even though everyone is moving at a snail's pace. You're not getting ahead of me, you're not getting ahead of me! I'll crash my car into you!" It's chickenshit insane, but what are you going to do? I was in my zen place, so I let the bastard go ahead of me.
Which is not to say I'm not a maniac driver sometimes. It goes with the territory here in L.A. But this morning, apparently, my hormones were in balance and it wasn't a problem. Or maybe it was the lovely fragrance of White Light I smelled for the first time last night.
Quote of the day:
"Fear will always fall to wonder in those who are capable of it."
—Jeffrey Ford, Memoranda