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(Why do I keep forgetting what a great album this is? It catapulted me out of a total funk tonight.)
One scene left in the epilogue of The Slow Palace. It's pretty much written in my head. I could probably get it down tonight, but I've been dragging my heels for the last few days. In part, it's because I set a deadline of the first day of summer to finish revisions on this draft, and getting it done early seems like a waste of a good deadline. Also, last time I wrote the end chapters, I was rushing to complete everything by the end of the year; forcing myself to parcel out the pages is forcing me to think more closely about what's going on them. And, finally, I'm staving off the inevitable postpartum depression, already nibbling at my gut, that's going to come when I'm finished. (Though I won't be finished when I'm finished — starting in July, I'm going to go through the book with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
adfamiliares, two chapters a week, combing out the tangles, with the intention of being done final revisions by Hallowe'en. Then, the agent queries begin.) (Really? Ack.)
Next weekend's congratulatory biking / camping trip, Project Bike-to-Bears, is coming together. I've mapped my route, with scenic rest breaks every eight or nine miles, and a lunch stop amidst a cluster of restaurants in Pinehurst around mile 20.1 I have acquired a tent, a sleeping bag, an alarmingly orange and loomish sleeping pad, lights, panniers, rope, a tarp, bungee cords, a spare tube and screws and tools, a rear-view mirror, energy snacks, and caffeine shots. My bike was tightened and tuned on Monday. All I need now are tire levers, camp food, a few first-aid supplies, and something to read. I want something dog-eared from before 1970. I'm thinking Have Spacesuit, Will Travel, Ubik, or something by Moorcock.2 Or maybe I should just bite the bullet and read On the Road.
Is this what I'm doing? This is what I'm doing.
1 Do I want to go a mile out of my way for Lester's Roadside Bar BQ?
2 Who, amazingly, I've never read, after bouncing off The Cornelius Chronicles as a teen.
One scene left in the epilogue of The Slow Palace. It's pretty much written in my head. I could probably get it down tonight, but I've been dragging my heels for the last few days. In part, it's because I set a deadline of the first day of summer to finish revisions on this draft, and getting it done early seems like a waste of a good deadline. Also, last time I wrote the end chapters, I was rushing to complete everything by the end of the year; forcing myself to parcel out the pages is forcing me to think more closely about what's going on them. And, finally, I'm staving off the inevitable postpartum depression, already nibbling at my gut, that's going to come when I'm finished. (Though I won't be finished when I'm finished — starting in July, I'm going to go through the book with
adfamiliares, two chapters a week, combing out the tangles, with the intention of being done final revisions by Hallowe'en. Then, the agent queries begin.) (Really? Ack.)Next weekend's congratulatory biking / camping trip, Project Bike-to-Bears, is coming together. I've mapped my route, with scenic rest breaks every eight or nine miles, and a lunch stop amidst a cluster of restaurants in Pinehurst around mile 20.1 I have acquired a tent, a sleeping bag, an alarmingly orange and loomish sleeping pad, lights, panniers, rope, a tarp, bungee cords, a spare tube and screws and tools, a rear-view mirror, energy snacks, and caffeine shots. My bike was tightened and tuned on Monday. All I need now are tire levers, camp food, a few first-aid supplies, and something to read. I want something dog-eared from before 1970. I'm thinking Have Spacesuit, Will Travel, Ubik, or something by Moorcock.2 Or maybe I should just bite the bullet and read On the Road.
Is this what I'm doing? This is what I'm doing.
1 Do I want to go a mile out of my way for Lester's Roadside Bar BQ?
2 Who, amazingly, I've never read, after bouncing off The Cornelius Chronicles as a teen.
