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mrissa ([personal profile] mrissa) wrote2006-01-03 09:35 am

Verbal tics removed on revision, take 574

As this book is not a New Age seminar, my characters can all stop $#&@% finding themselves! Okay, sure, the skalds have knocked you out, you can maybe wake to find yourself in a featureless room, but generally you can just be impressed with something rather than finding yourself impressed, go to the forest rather than finding yourself in the forest.

Grumblegrumbledeletedeletedeletediedie.

ETA: [livejournal.com profile] gaaneden was asking us for brags, and I have to say, with all the stuff I'm revising out of this draft, I really do like some bits of it. I don't want to quote too many bits so it's like a movie trailer that shows the only worthwhile parts of the movie so then there's no point to going. But I really like some of the stuff I'm doing here. And it's not even all Orvokki.

It's mostly Orvokki, though.

[identity profile] truepenny.livejournal.com 2006-01-03 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Not that this helps, but I am somehow deeply grateful to discover I'm not the only one who finds herself doing the "find" thing.

See? Like that.

[identity profile] mrissa.livejournal.com 2006-01-03 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I get a slighly warped Annie Savoy from "Bull Durham." in my head over it, with the "you were not lured" speech. "Women are too strong and powerful to just 'find themselves.' Say it after me, I did not find myself, I accept full responsibility for my actions."

[identity profile] retrobabble.livejournal.com 2006-01-03 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
As this book is not a New Age seminar, my characters can all stop $#&@% finding themselves!

Glad I hadn't been sipping my coffee at the time - you made me giggle. Let's not let your characters get together with mine, ok? :P

[identity profile] mrissa.livejournal.com 2006-01-03 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Heaven knows what they would find themselves doing!

[identity profile] callunav.livejournal.com 2006-01-04 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
Heh.

Years ago, I remember writing something in which everything only seemed to be whatever it was described as being. Heaven knows what it actually was.

Delete! Delete! Okay!