Week of August 8-14 (belated)
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mrissaThree rejections, no acceptances, one "maybe; I'm thinking hard about it."
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markgritter and I are back from Grand Rapids safe and sound. I worked on Zodiac House pretty well there on the first few days, and I took today off like a good Mrissa is supposed to do. All novels and no play makes Mrissa something something. But I like the way ZH is falling together in my head. I like the things I'm doing with it, and I like the siblings who are the main characters, and I like the fact that it is for children (=SHORT) and can be contained in my head without making me feel like I swallowed a glacier (which is how the Not The Moose Books, Thermionic Night and Sampo, have been -- though oddly Midnight Sun Rising feels much more straightforward -- perhaps this is because I've only written 40K on it). I think when I'm done with the draft of Sampo and am revising the living hell out of it and Thermionic Night, I will go into some sort of writing...umm...thinger...and emerge with ZH the way I did with The Worldbuilders. Only better, because I know how to write gooder now.
I have still more to say than I did when I was kite-flying, but I'm mentally and physically tired, so it's going to wait again. This morning was not a good time. I woke up with the bed spinning, and this was not a feature the hotel provided. Wheeee. Stupid dizziness. It's mostly gone now, except it's more pronounced as I get tired. Bah. I'm drinking water, on the theory that it can't hurt. (I suppose it could. But the odds are on my side.) I'll unpack tomorrow, mentally and physically.
markgritter and I are back from Grand Rapids safe and sound. I worked on Zodiac House pretty well there on the first few days, and I took today off like a good Mrissa is supposed to do. All novels and no play makes Mrissa something something. But I like the way ZH is falling together in my head. I like the things I'm doing with it, and I like the siblings who are the main characters, and I like the fact that it is for children (=SHORT) and can be contained in my head without making me feel like I swallowed a glacier (which is how the Not The Moose Books, Thermionic Night and Sampo, have been -- though oddly Midnight Sun Rising feels much more straightforward -- perhaps this is because I've only written 40K on it). I think when I'm done with the draft of Sampo and am revising the living hell out of it and Thermionic Night, I will go into some sort of writing...umm...thinger...and emerge with ZH the way I did with The Worldbuilders. Only better, because I know how to write gooder now.I have still more to say than I did when I was kite-flying, but I'm mentally and physically tired, so it's going to wait again. This morning was not a good time. I woke up with the bed spinning, and this was not a feature the hotel provided. Wheeee. Stupid dizziness. It's mostly gone now, except it's more pronounced as I get tired. Bah. I'm drinking water, on the theory that it can't hurt. (I suppose it could. But the odds are on my side.) I'll unpack tomorrow, mentally and physically.
