In another place
Jul. 28th, 2010 09:45 amOver at Book View Cafe, I've just posted a piece about titles, and how they are core to my process. I have wittily entitled it "That title from a better man I stole", which I stole from Nigel Rees; it is, of course, a quotation. [As a sidebar: I recently listened to Quote... Unquote for the first time in years'n'years. It still has the same kinds of panelist - actors, writers, TV presenters - but either people are less well educated than they were twenty or thirty years ago, or else it is now fashionable even on Radio 4 to seem so. When I used to listen to the programme 'way back, the panelists would know most of the quotes between them; the current crop recognised - or claimed to recognise - hardly any. Which caused me to shout at the radio - "It's Noel Coward! How can you not know that?" - and eventually to turn it off. Grr.]
In other news, I have a draft cover for HIDDEN CITIES, and I likes it very much, I does. I will share when I'm allowed, and when I have an electronic copy; this one is physical, and came in a Very Big Heavy Box with returned manuscripts of the first two books for my archive. And here I am trying to declutter... I am not entirely sure why I keep these things, since no one else will ever care; I am not the kind of writer for whose papers libraries and universities will vie. Still'n'all. Here they are, and here they remain. Somewhere here.
In other but related news, why are cats so fatally obsessed with elastic bands? They stretch! They twang! Endlessly, until broken - and then they can be eaten! (If Evil Chaz doesn't take them away, that is.)
In other news, I have a draft cover for HIDDEN CITIES, and I likes it very much, I does. I will share when I'm allowed, and when I have an electronic copy; this one is physical, and came in a Very Big Heavy Box with returned manuscripts of the first two books for my archive. And here I am trying to declutter... I am not entirely sure why I keep these things, since no one else will ever care; I am not the kind of writer for whose papers libraries and universities will vie. Still'n'all. Here they are, and here they remain. Somewhere here.
In other but related news, why are cats so fatally obsessed with elastic bands? They stretch! They twang! Endlessly, until broken - and then they can be eaten! (If Evil Chaz doesn't take them away, that is.)