Words, words, words
Feb. 17th, 2009 11:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceIt is of course in the nature of things, indeed it is a law of nature - damn Nature and all her laws, damn them, I say! - that no sooner do I get on a charge with one of these unfinished things, no sooner do I start counting the days until I finish it, than something else comes along to postpone that happy event.
Both my agents have now reported on the new book, and I must rework it and deliver by the end of the month. So I have printed it all out, for yea, I am a creature of ancient habit; and today and tomorrow and likely the rest of this week I will be reading. It is a reading week. Then next week I have to cut stuff and write new scenes. They want things explained, rot 'em; they actually want to see the stuff that I had so artfully left out. Sigh...
In other news, I have bought some tangerines that appear to be clad in Morocco-leather. (Hee. Do you see what I did there? Tangerines... Morocco... *chortles*) [They're officially clementines, but hey: why let the world interfere with a good joke?] Seriously, I cannot tear my way into them with my thumbnails, I have to breach their integument with a knife; and then the peeling is a grim business. Gah. Let me have about me oranges that slither willing out of their skins, say I...
Both my agents have now reported on the new book, and I must rework it and deliver by the end of the month. So I have printed it all out, for yea, I am a creature of ancient habit; and today and tomorrow and likely the rest of this week I will be reading. It is a reading week. Then next week I have to cut stuff and write new scenes. They want things explained, rot 'em; they actually want to see the stuff that I had so artfully left out. Sigh...
In other news, I have bought some tangerines that appear to be clad in Morocco-leather. (Hee. Do you see what I did there? Tangerines... Morocco... *chortles*) [They're officially clementines, but hey: why let the world interfere with a good joke?] Seriously, I cannot tear my way into them with my thumbnails, I have to breach their integument with a knife; and then the peeling is a grim business. Gah. Let me have about me oranges that slither willing out of their skins, say I...