I have decided that I have gnawed the bone that is Icy Pleasures long enough and sucked all the useable marrow out of it. I haven't finished it, but I think I have pulled everything out of it that might be of use.
I am updating this from the laptop. I don't have my most current novel file on this machine; Rob is swapping all the files on the desk top to the one that Pat Wrede is handing down to me (still old, but with a faster processor; Rob will be installing a new hard drive). So . . . no writing today because I didn't have access to my working machine.
I am also cranky because I was reading an interview with Susannah Clarke (Jonathon Strange & Mr. Norrell) and an offhand comment she made has plunged me into uncomfortable cogitation. Conclusion: I still don't really know how the book resolves, and deep down inside, I think my half-assed first attempt to answer that question is totally lame and a lazy coward's way out. Aarraawraugh.
I used my light box this morning. Not a bloody minute too soon.
I am updating this from the laptop. I don't have my most current novel file on this machine; Rob is swapping all the files on the desk top to the one that Pat Wrede is handing down to me (still old, but with a faster processor; Rob will be installing a new hard drive). So . . . no writing today because I didn't have access to my working machine.
I am also cranky because I was reading an interview with Susannah Clarke (Jonathon Strange & Mr. Norrell) and an offhand comment she made has plunged me into uncomfortable cogitation. Conclusion: I still don't really know how the book resolves, and deep down inside, I think my half-assed first attempt to answer that question is totally lame and a lazy coward's way out. Aarraawraugh.
I used my light box this morning. Not a bloody minute too soon.