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Howard Hughes and the Coming of December

And here we are on the first day of the last month of 2013. We have rain, not the day the weather prognosticators promised us. I was going to go OUT THERE, but in this weather there seems little fucking point. Especially given how far behind I am on work. I may have broken my own record for being behind. Okay, well probably not. After all, The Drowning Girl: A Memoir was delivered about a year late, if we decide tardiness based on so arbitrary a thing as a contract. But I am, nonetheless, terribly behind. I'd planned to have Cherry Bomb finished by the middle of the summer. I failed to take into account how disruptive the trip to New Orleans for be. So, by my own reckoning, Cherry Bomb should have been finished four months ago. But I am not late in the sense that I've asked for an extension or anything. I had to get two with The Drowning Girl: A Memoir.

Yesterday I wrote a very respectable 1,537 words on the fourth chapter of what I sincerely hope is the final Siobhan Quinn book I ever agree to write. I am now approximately 31,693 words from THE END.

Benchmarks keep me going.

Nothing much else to say for now, so...

À la prochaine,
Tante Bête


( 8 comments — Have your say! )
Dec. 1st, 2013 06:16 pm (UTC)
I am looking forward to the second & third Quinn book. Are you planning a Conan Doyle and knock her off at the end? Wait, don't answer that... I probably don't wanna know.
Dec. 1st, 2013 08:08 pm (UTC)

Are you planning a Conan Doyle and knock her off at the end?

Did you read "Four Monsters Walk Into a Bar"?
Dec. 1st, 2013 08:17 pm (UTC)
Well, I read the bit you said the last book is not narrated by Quinn. Which is probably a bad sign at that...
Dec. 1st, 2013 08:21 pm (UTC)

Actually...that changed. She narrates it via a series of cassette tapes.
Dec. 1st, 2013 09:27 pm (UTC)
Still not a good sign. *lol*

Oh well. Maybe I can imagine she gets out alive, retires and is lounging on a beach somewhere.
Dec. 1st, 2013 09:50 pm (UTC)

is lounging on a beach somewhere.

There's an image.
Dec. 1st, 2013 06:50 pm (UTC)
Now that it is December, at least we are that much closer to Cephalopodmas!

Black Helicopters was amazing, thank you. There is always something purely joyous about receiving something new of yours from Subterranean: the tactile feeling of an actual physical book both written and made with care, the sound of the initial cracking of the spine, the smell of the NewBook pages...in fact, Black Helicopters made such an auditory Pop! when I first opened it that for an all too brief moment it was like all was well and damn near perfect in the universe...and that's not even including the curiously exquisite feeling of the dustjacket for The Ape's Wife and Other Stories. Actual physical bookstores may be nearly extinct, but thank god-ess there is still Aunt Beast and Subterranean Press.

My first Doctor was Tom Baker on PBS in the seventies, so I will admit that I might be a tad biased in general...but The Day of the Doctor was friggin' phenomenal from A-to-Z.
Dec. 1st, 2013 08:11 pm (UTC)

Now that it is December, at least we are that much closer to Cephalopodmas!

This is a fact.

Black Helicopters was amazing, thank you.

You're welcome. I'm very pleased with it. But I can't shake the feeling it should be twice again as long.
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