Category: Writing

It’s a bingeworthy show. It’s also super super violent, so don’t, if you don’t like violence on screen.

An intelligence document about Trump…. purportedly.

Hat tip to Lorraine Murphy for pointing this out to me.

There are only four people on earth I hope to hear from on Valentine’s day and I heard from three of them so I’m feeling pretty okay this morning.

Also had a convo with one of them yesterday that was so amazing it is probably going to make me feel cheerful for a week. Or maybe it’s the new Vitamin D I switched to.

Despite me feelin cheerful I still want to bail on writing today and go binge on Altered Carbon. It’s SOOOOO clichéd (that darned Bill Gibson and that damned Ridley Scott) but I’d watch buffed-up Joel Kinnamon (whose chops I first recognized when we watched The Killing all those years ago) back up to a microphone and fart the Overture of the Burrito’s Opera so it’s all good.

Just told Jeff that’s what I want to do and I got the nod of approval.

36213 – so don’t think I haven’t been writing. Just wrote a scene in which Jesse lies his ass off to Michel in a good cause. (If we’re talking about getting the band back together).

I wanted to write a private post about how pissed off I am about something but it just made me look bad so I’m rolling my eyes and deleting all that crap.

Saw Coco, very much enjoyed it. A teensy bit more from our fave character.

I keep writing stuff in my novels that comes true, it’s fucking grossing me out. The Vancity council just eliminated view protection from the city plan SO UNLESS YOU’RE ON THE MOST EXPENSIVE LAND YOU WILL HAVE NO VIEW. I literally wrote, two months ago, the following line:

She lifted her eyes to what remained of her view of the North Shore, after two more condo towers had been built to block it.

Fuck this city, srsly.

I am having a ‘think about what is going to happen next’ couple of days, and I burst into tears when I came up with a scene in which two characters are reunited.

It’s going to be a long wait for it though, for the characters. But it will be absolutely amazing, and maybe that’s how I’ll end Honey on the Moon.

About halfway through printing Upsun for Tammy – the ink is fine but it’s pulling about every twenty-fifth page wrong so I’m having to reprint random pages, which is suckin’ the gumption right outta me. I should get right on that.

Lyrics for a Galway Bay parody Paul sings all the time

Maybe someday I’ll go back again to Ireland,
If my dear old wife would only pass away!
What luck to leave her legendary nagging
She’s got a mouth as big as Galway Bay.

See her drinking sixteen pints of Carling Red Cap <–(ed note Canuckicization)
And watch as she walks home without a sway;
If the sea was beer instead of salty water
She would live and die in Galway Bay.

See her drinking sixteen pints at Pat Joe Murphy’s
And when the barman says, “It’s time to go!”
Well, she doesn’t try to answer him in Gaelic
But in a language that the clergy do not know.

On her back she has tattooed a map of Ireland <— favourite song line of all time
And when she takes her bath on Saturday,
She rubs the Sunlight Soap around by Claddagh
Just to watch the suds go down by Galway Bay.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lift_Every_Voice_and_Sing

FINALLY I am starting to see themes developing in Honey on the Moon.

I will have to cut quite a bit from how it is right now – I wrote one chapter twice and will have to consolidate it unless I’m going to time shift through the whole thing so the reader doesn’t exactly know which part of the space trip George is thinking about. Unstuck from time but fixed in place.

Very much looking forward to George pranking Michel.

For John Perry Barlow. He wrote the lyrics, which are quite beautiful. Since people will ask, the song is about how the death of Neil Cassady and the birth of a girl child named Cassidy intertwine, not in real life but in the imagination.

Here are his life tips:

• Be patient. No matter what.
• Don’t badmouth: Assign responsibility, not blame.
• Say nothing of another you wouldn’t say to him.
• Never assume the motives of others are, to them, less noble than yours are to you.
• Expand your sense of the possible.
• Don’t trouble yourself with matters you truly cannot change.
• Expect no more of anyone than you can deliver yourself.
• Tolerate ambiguity.
• Laugh at yourself frequently.
• Concern yourself with what is right rather than who is right.
• Never forget that, no matter how certain, you might be wrong.
• Give up blood sports.
• Remember that your life belongs to others as well. Don’t risk it frivolously.
• Never lie to anyone for any reason. (Lies of omission are sometimes exempt.)
• Learn the needs of those around you and respect them.
• Avoid the pursuit of happiness. Seek to define your mission and pursue that.
• Reduce your use of the first personal pronoun.
• Praise at least as often as you disparage.
• Admit your errors freely and soon.
• Become less suspicious of joy.
• Understand humility.
• Remember that love forgives everything.
• Foster dignity.
• Live memorably.
• Love yourself.
• Endure.

So much for taking the day off. Since I appear to have made word count I’m going to drink coffee and go tease Jeff into watching something mindless and fun.

Spoke to Tammy yesterday. It was wonderful to hear her voice.

I have a lot of anger and tiredness in my soul about the Stanley verdict. It’s now legal to shoot indians in Canada, how very tolerant of us.

For that and other reasons, which need not all be bad, I’m taking the rest of the day off from social media. If you want me call me.

blerg.

Yes I wrote today. On my novel, writing with my big girl all cotton undergarments on.

I want to just fall back into reading really smooshy fanfic, the kind where I get little pains in my chest because the boys are being stupid and it’s ever so cute and I used to get the exact same feeling in my chest when I was reading really good nurse nellie nurdles (Harlequin romances, vintage 70’s) when I was a wee little gender warrior maiden.

To my disgust, the book I’m working on is shrinking, and SOTW is getting even bigger – at this point I need to knock some verbiage out but it just keeps getting longer and I’m a teensy bit frustrate.

SOTW is about 1/4 edited now and HOTM is just under 34K but every time I write something I take something out. It may get much, much shorter and then expand outward again.

I’VE BEEN GETTING NOTHING BUT MAJOR ARCANA FOR DAY SIGNS. THE LAST SIX DAYS the Fool, Justice, The World, Death, The Devil and the Hierophant (I never get the Hierophant). It is creeping me out.

I light a candle for all the people I know who are suffering extremes of mental health problems, specifically depression.

Lydia Netzer said ask your readers this

1. At what point did you feel like “Ah, now the story has really begun!”
2. What were the points where you found yourself skimming?
3. Which setting in the book was clearest to you as you were reading it? Which do you remember the best?
4. Which character would you most like to meet and get to know?
5. What was the most suspenseful moment in the book?
6. If you had to pick one character to get rid of, who would you axe?
7. Was there a situation in the novel that reminded you of something in your own life?
8. Where did you stop reading, the first time you cracked open the manuscript? (Can show you where your first dull part is, and help you fix your pacing.)
9. What was the last book you read, before this? And what did you think of it? (This can put their comments in context in surprising ways, when you find out what their general interests are. It might surprise you.)
10. Finish this sentence: “I kept reading because…”