Echoes in a Hollow Space

Random quote of the day:

“My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.”

—Colette, Break of Day

 

Disclaimer: The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Lucy and Ethel, Justin Bieber, or the Kardashian Klan. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.

 

Mirrored from Better Than Dead.

Random quote of the day:


“I loathe writing. On the other hand, I’m a great believer in money."

—S. J. Perelman, interview, Life magazine, Feb. 9, 1962












( Illustrated version. )


Disclaimer: The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.

I know that I am well and truly done with a ms. when I reach what I've come to call the Loathing Draft. That's where you don't think you can read through/rewrite the damned thing one more time without doing yourself injury and there's nothing left but to finish up the edit and start sending it out.

If an agent wants changes, or an editor is willing to pay me for the book, then I will happily and yippy-skippily make the changes. Otherwise, it's time for this book to make it's way in the world. Three-quarters of the book to go, and some of that I expect to be hard sailing. The chapters I've done so far have mostly needed a language/clarification polish, but the middle of the manuscript may be something of a Sargasso Sea. Such is the writing life! Yo ho, yo ho.



A Rain of Angels

24,000 / 112,000 (21.4%)

As illustrated by Edward Gorey in The Blue Aspic.

I know how Jasper feels. My friend and I packed around 40 boxes yesterday, got the worst of it done. There are more horrors to explore, but not the gargantuan horrors of before. I begin to feel less panic.

My repulsion is not much reduced. When I pulled some of the records (yes, I still own some vinyl, retro chick that I am) from their snug hidey hole between the large bookcases I found...creeping horror. I think the records are still okay, but the covers are going to need to be de-mildewed. Can't quite figure out how that happened, as the other small group of records six feet away are just fine.

Maybe the semi-annual flooding of the kitchen? The first batch was closer to the sink, but not close (20 feet?), and the water never seeped that far. I suspect there are all kinds of ickiness lurking in that apartment beneath that carpet. Best not to think about that too much. (TMI, right?) I'm lucky to be leaving.

Truly, I'm at that point. This is a good thing.

To reinforce my loathing of the building, the elevator broke this weekend. Anything that I wanted to move to the car to move to the new place had to be carried up and down the stairs. Needless to say, I didn't move any boxes. My apartment is flush to the gunwales with them now. I have to walk sideways through little burrows carved out in the living room. No earthquakes, please. At least until the big burly moving men come and carry all these boxes away for me.

One good thing: I gathered up all the loose change and quarters hoarded for laundry and put them into wrappers: $52. Hooya. Maybe I can afford the membership for Worldcon after all.

Sigh of the day: One crit on chapter 23 of Night Warrior so far. I got a "1" on characterization because the critter (jumping in at chapter 23 cold) thinks men born in the British Isles would not be able to express their feelings like my main character does and found Caius unlikable and unbelievable. Can't please everyone.

Oy of the day: We just had another fire drill. This time with fire engines. A real Halloween trick. But they gave the all clear after about a half hour, so I guess it wasn't as bad as we feared.