One of the amusing parts of the Atlanta Nights reading at Loscon were the blurbs various publishing industry people supplied. Go to the website and read them.

I love my WIP, I really, sort of do. But I really, REALLY want it to be done. I'm making good progress on it again after a busy and struggling time, but REALLY...it's a love-hate thing.

So yesterday when it was time to go back to work after lunch and the largely successful writing session was at and end, I amused myself by making up blurbs about my WIP:

"Riveting...a molten plug of metal jackhammered into my brain..."

"A lush and steamy wade through a swamp when it's 110 degrees and the humidity's maybe 80, 90 percent and you got a itchy rash in your shorts..."

"Thompson's workmanlike prose never fails to be like a stack of bricks lathered with wet mortar..."

"Visually stunning. I've never seen such a remarkable cover."

"A lyrical paean to getting over the hump..."

I suspect these aren't as funny to others as they were to me at the time, but they certainly exorcised some demons and I had another cracking good writing session today. I crossed a whole sub-section off my "drive to the end" outline. Only four and a half more to go.