Starting from cold

[desperance]

Brrr. My fingers and feet are freezing, and my brain .. won't. Brain.

Besides, I'm short on incentive. Yesterday I went through two short stories, cutting and reworking, in the Lit & Phil and here at home, on paper and at the keyboard. It was fun.

Today? Same thing. Same stories. Not so fun.

One is being urgently waited for by an editor; the other is to be read aloud. Tonight. It's hard to prioritise; I keep falling through the gap.

Also, neither of them has a last line yet. Last lines are like titles: if you don't find them early, they're the very devil. So many lines will do, and so very few are right...

Also, when Barry sits on my knee while I'm working, he likes to rest his chin on the keyboard and watch the cursor fly. Which is all very well with the desktop, but with the Laptop of Heavenly Perfection his chin lands neatly on the touchstone. Mousepad. Whatever the thing's called. See my cursor fly, cat-impelled...

Coffee, I think. And procrastination. Yes.

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[jeremy-m.livejournal.com]

If you need it, I have a spare last line from my poly-themed novel of galactic conquest which I don't seem to have quite started writing yet.

"Reader, I married them."

[http://users.livejournal.com/la_marquise_de_/]

Procrastination good.
It occurs to me that at some point we might want to assemble (can two people assemble) and talk Catherines, too.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Yiss. Soon as my new book is revisited and sent away to agents, I have clear time (a little, before they send it back). Next month, likely. Shall I come down?

[http://users.livejournal.com/la_marquise_de_/]

That would be lovely, although we are away the first week of it and have odd things on a couple of Saturdays.