Tuesday, July 26
Dammit, EV Nova is eating my brain again, and I have work to do.
I did pack up Dan's magazines yesterday, two boxes worth. I was allowed to chuck the PC Worlds but had to pack the 5 years' plus change MathNews. Survivors of UWaterloo will know what I'm talking about and be laughing. Still not caught up on email or comments, but I plan to deal with the raspberries and clean up the office today. Who knows? I may even get some packing done.
Oh, and:
Type-In Revisions: 18 pages (of 385)
Word Count, Original and Current: 118,040/118,910
Notes: My word count is growing. I knew it would. And it's going to keep growing for some time.
That's the problem with industry awareness. On the one hand I know it's much harder to market a book that's not in the magical 100K-120K zone. On the other, if I try and jam a book into the magic zone when it doesn't fit, it's going to be crap and thus even harder to market. My current solution to the problem is to angst about it, try to convince myself that all the cuts I make later in the book will even things out, and, finally, to stick my fingers in my ears and do the "la la, I can't hear you!" song. Because really, it's the book that matters.
But getting to sell the book would be so nice.
I did pack up Dan's magazines yesterday, two boxes worth. I was allowed to chuck the PC Worlds but had to pack the 5 years' plus change MathNews. Survivors of UWaterloo will know what I'm talking about and be laughing. Still not caught up on email or comments, but I plan to deal with the raspberries and clean up the office today. Who knows? I may even get some packing done.
Oh, and:
Type-In Revisions: 18 pages (of 385)
Word Count, Original and Current: 118,040/118,910
Notes: My word count is growing. I knew it would. And it's going to keep growing for some time.
That's the problem with industry awareness. On the one hand I know it's much harder to market a book that's not in the magical 100K-120K zone. On the other, if I try and jam a book into the magic zone when it doesn't fit, it's going to be crap and thus even harder to market. My current solution to the problem is to angst about it, try to convince myself that all the cuts I make later in the book will even things out, and, finally, to stick my fingers in my ears and do the "la la, I can't hear you!" song. Because really, it's the book that matters.
But getting to sell the book would be so nice.
Saturday, July 23
Let's see:
Ten pints of raspberries in the fridge that need Dealing With (there were twelve, but I also have a Dan.)
Fifteen pages left on the Damned Book Revision before I can start typing stuff in.
At least three unresponded-to comments, probably more.
Eight days before I must be packed and out of this room. Eleven days before I leave the country.
Three parties and three events I plan on attending in that time.
And only twenty-four hours in every day.
... see? See? This is why I don't like counting things.
Revision Progress: 370 pages (of 385) (so close!)
Changes: Line edits, some wonky transitions fixed. This last half of the book has moved like treacle revision-wise, which is odd, because it's been much easier and less thought-requiring than the early bits. Perhaps that's why it's moving like treacle. Or perhaps my subconcious is just going "bored now".
(I've heard it said that writing is letting loose your inner child onto the paper. This is largely true. Ever tried to make a kid do the dishes?)
Up Next: We're past the plot peak now and into the backwash. Also, I have a few hours of bus ride coming up. I will get these fifteen damned pages done this weekend or die trying.
Ten pints of raspberries in the fridge that need Dealing With (there were twelve, but I also have a Dan.)
Fifteen pages left on the Damned Book Revision before I can start typing stuff in.
At least three unresponded-to comments, probably more.
Eight days before I must be packed and out of this room. Eleven days before I leave the country.
Three parties and three events I plan on attending in that time.
And only twenty-four hours in every day.
... see? See? This is why I don't like counting things.
Revision Progress: 370 pages (of 385) (so close!)
Changes: Line edits, some wonky transitions fixed. This last half of the book has moved like treacle revision-wise, which is odd, because it's been much easier and less thought-requiring than the early bits. Perhaps that's why it's moving like treacle. Or perhaps my subconcious is just going "bored now".
(I've heard it said that writing is letting loose your inner child onto the paper. This is largely true. Ever tried to make a kid do the dishes?)
Up Next: We're past the plot peak now and into the backwash. Also, I have a few hours of bus ride coming up. I will get these fifteen damned pages done this weekend or die trying.
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