February 11th, 2009


Only raw in all the soft places.

So, Anne (my editor) accepted my decision regarding the addition to The Red Tree that I'd decided wouldn't work. The one I wrote 1,211 words for on Monday, then had to dump in the novel's morgue. To quote Anne, "If it won’t work, it won’t." Which is pretty much my take on such situations.

Yesterday was ultimately more productive, though I actually wrote less. I did 817 words, adding another scene that Anne suggested in her editorial letter. But this one works without distorting those events that lie downstream from it. Today, more additions (which I always prefer to subtractions, or, worst of all, changes).

Spooky has begun a new round of eBay auctions. Bid if you are so disposed.

As soon as the edits to The Red Tree are done, and as soon as Sirenia Digest #39 is finished and sent out, it'll be time to get serious about writing the re-imagined Joey Lafaye for my next novel. That would be early March, I suppose.

My thanks to David Kirkpatrick for the package that reached me safely yesterday, bearing first-edition hb copies of Ray Bradbury's The Toynbee Convector, A Graveyard for Lunatics, They Have Not Seen the Stars: The Collected Poetry of Ray Bradbury, and The Cat's Pajamas. I had none of these, so it is a welcomed gift.

Last night, we watched Jon Favreau's Iron Man, which I liked quite a lot. I was especially impressed with Jeff Bridge's role as villain. I was in a mood for anti-heroes, fireballs, and giant robots, and was not disappointed. Afterwards, a little more WoW. We've gone back to questing in the Eastern Plaguelands, and are both about halfway to Level 61. And after that, I did a little more with the new Tarot deck, just before bed, mainly concentrating on the Major Arcana. And that was yesterday.