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Friday, October 31, 2025

Halloween Proof of Life

Alive and stick kicking.  Well...not kicking.  My brain is telling me that's a quote from a movie, one moment while I search it...and it's from Wild Wild West, why haven't I successfully forgotten that whole disaster by now, brain?!?

What have I been up to?  I'm stuck in edit hell.  Preemptive edit hell.  The worst of edit hells.  The Vicky novel needed a facelift and I've been going through and rewriting various scenes, mostly having to do with Heinrich Welf and Tyson and giving Danielle and Juliette some time too since I know those characters so much better now after writing Seismic Semester.

Or at least that was last month, now I'm into what I wrote early this year while in all that pain and just...everything is a mess.  I think I mentioned this in the August post, but when I was writing this 100 something pages I'm reworking now, it wasn't just the pain that was the biggest obstacle, but the exhaustion and brain fog of not being able to remember what I wrote two, even one week earlier and just being too tired to go back and look for it with the attitude of "I'll fix it later".

Well...it's later.

So that's what I'm doing, fixing all of that.

THE AMOUNT OF RED ON THE PAGES IS TERRIFYING!!!

And I'm adding new writing on top of that, so some pages the whole back is covered too, even on to the next page.

PAST RR IS SUCH A FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!

Only 50 more pages of this to go...

*whimper*

Then I have to type it in...

FUCK YOU SO MUCH, PAST RR!!!

2 comments:

  1. The folly of creativity I suppose. Still good to see you're still functioning and the book is getting worked on. Even better you're making it hit your expectations which means that it's likely we'll like it. So woo-hoo good things all around and all that. That last bit was said in a bland voice for comedic effect.

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  2. The blessings of P.O.E.M. (Professional Order of English Majors) be upon you. Being one of them is why I was: an equipment operator, a desktop support guy, and (sometimes) a technical editor. Rotten so-and-so that I am, I still ascribe to the "write SOMETHING down - it can be made pretty later" school of thought. That is a much easier lift when all I have to do is read the finished version, without living through the 7 stages of writing the darned thing (1. I have this idea - it's going to be great. 2. Let me just write this down, even though it doesn't fit the great idea I had last week. 3. Time to get serious about this... but outlines are for sissies. It will all come out right in the end. 4. I wonder if [insert name here] is hiring? 5. Burst of manic creativity - this is going to work. 6. Editing... I hate this book, my life, the word "that," this computer... 7. It's done. Now I have to release it into the world where all the cool novels will make fun of it and it will sit by itself.) Or something like that. Take care of yourself, boss.

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