Printed the Grunge novel out last week. Going through it with a red pen. Beginning to feel like I've started a land war in Asia, armed with nothing but a pocketknife and a printout from Google maps.
Next time, David, when you do a structural redraft, have a decent plan. Sure, they built Gothic cathedrals with nothing more than whimsy and some rules of thumb. But you're no stone mason. You're a computer nerd. So act like one: creative draft is bottom-up design, structural draft is top-down.
Lots of work to do. There's a month until the deadline for the Scribe competition. Think I'll make it. But I don't think I'll be able to get a draft out to people for comments before then.
So, the current plan is: submit to competition. Send out to readers for comments. And then not think about it for at least a month, while I read books and see movies and get drunk with friends.
My to-read pile is getting ridiculous. The ghost of Sir Edmund Hillary turned up yesterday, strapping on phantom crampons.
Oh, and we went the Wheeler Centre last night, and listened to Max Barry talk about a mix tape of music he listens to while writing. Fun. And yes: I promptly went home and wrote up my own list.
Next time, David, when you do a structural redraft, have a decent plan. Sure, they built Gothic cathedrals with nothing more than whimsy and some rules of thumb. But you're no stone mason. You're a computer nerd. So act like one: creative draft is bottom-up design, structural draft is top-down.
Lots of work to do. There's a month until the deadline for the Scribe competition. Think I'll make it. But I don't think I'll be able to get a draft out to people for comments before then.
So, the current plan is: submit to competition. Send out to readers for comments. And then not think about it for at least a month, while I read books and see movies and get drunk with friends.
My to-read pile is getting ridiculous. The ghost of Sir Edmund Hillary turned up yesterday, strapping on phantom crampons.
Oh, and we went the Wheeler Centre last night, and listened to Max Barry talk about a mix tape of music he listens to while writing. Fun. And yes: I promptly went home and wrote up my own list.