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I do come here for other reasons* than whining about my novel, honestly
*the other reasons, attempting to distract me from whining about my novel:
Sporadic novel update! I have had my first lot of edits through from my very impressive editor (she’s written a bunch of books herself). You know that thing where Nobody Warned You about some side effect of a process, eg “oh yes, facial hair growth is very common during menopause, did you not know” etc? I thought I was prepped for the basics, knowing a lot of writers, knowing they all groan at the mention of editing, and I assumed it was the fiddly shit, the changing all speech from double quote to single quote, all that. Or the “how dare you tell me this sentence isn’t more lyrical than Keats, you monster!!!”
BUT LET ME TELL YOU
Editing is a GOOD thing, a FINE process that refines your WIP like unto the purest gold yadda yadda, BUT I have just now remembered the tetchy weepy unsettled faffing of PMT. Editing feels like PMT. I am a kindly constructive criticism away from wringing my hands like Lady Macbeth.
ANYWAY here is a montage of book related stuff (a teaser trailer as it were)
Forgive me but there will be a truckload of reposting because MAMA’S GETTIN’ PUBLISHED
And LO it did come to pass
And the angel* spake unto the shepherds** saying “be not afraid***”
*publisher
**author
*** “we just need a slightly higher-res photo”
Today in niche genres of joke that I can never get enough of and will probably still be secretly thinking about four years later
It's my 8 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
🎶 And what do I get
Another year older and deeper in debt
‘how would other people describe you’ why would i know this
you don’t realize how important lunch is until you’re wandering around thinking about how unloveable and untalented and uniquely cursed you are and then it’s 4pm and you finally eat lunch and you go Oh. oh right.
i love abortion and i love divorce
i pop some pills and i ride my horse
i log onto tumblr and i start discourse
eyyyy macarena
Sporadic novel update! I have had my first lot of edits through from my very impressive editor (she’s written a bunch of books herself). You know that thing where Nobody Warned You about some side effect of a process, eg “oh yes, facial hair growth is very common during menopause, did you not know” etc? I thought I was prepped for the basics, knowing a lot of writers, knowing they all groan at the mention of editing, and I assumed it was the fiddly shit, the changing all speech from double quote to single quote, all that. Or the “how dare you tell me this sentence isn’t more lyrical than Keats, you monster!!!”
BUT LET ME TELL YOU
Editing is a GOOD thing, a FINE process that refines your WIP like unto the purest gold yadda yadda, BUT I have just now remembered the tetchy weepy unsettled faffing of PMT. Editing feels like PMT. I am a kindly constructive criticism away from wringing my hands like Lady Macbeth.
ANYWAY here is a montage of book related stuff (a teaser trailer as it were)
They fucked up the gif system on Bluesky and now I cannot post this every time there’s another story about some AI company getting taken to court
My illustrations the most based poem about tigers by Nael, age 6
Every time I read it I feel space inside my chest expand in very *emotion* way.
my nothing
“there’s an ai tool for that” okay ?? there’s probably an ed sheeran song for it too who gives a fuck
you can only do this career for the rest of your life
https://wheelofnames.com/dng-wgq
How are things going?
Great! A job I actually enjoy!
okay. I can put up with this
bad but not terrible
terrible
I don't work/results
(this wheel is set in a magical world where all jobs pay enough to support yourself so this is purely about the work you do and not the money)
no nuance you have to decide
would jeeves have succumbed to the one ring?
no, he would diminish and go into the west and remain a valet
yes, he can't resist such power (burn bertie's ugliest trousers)
the ring has no effect on him, tom bombadil style
4 days left in the most important 'thoughts had just before going to sleep' poll I've ever made
"Well, Jeeves," I said, "That seems to be that."
"A consummation greatly desired," Jeeves agreed.
"The forces of darkness vanquished, the rightful king upon his throne, and all that. And, even more importantly, Tuppy Glossop disengaged from that horsy female and returned to the bosom of my cousin Angela."
"Indeed, sir."
"Rather a shock running into the Reverend Aubry Upjohn riding that fell beast, what?"
"I though you displayed great alacrity in relocating to that ditch in the nick of time, sir."
Far below us, the molten lava did a rather spirited impersonation of boiling soup. I mopped the p. off the b. with a handkerchief I'd improvised from an orc loincloth. I had been to some deuced uncomfortable country estates in my time, don't you know, but at least there one had been able to toddle downstairs and pour oneself a quick W. and S. as needed to stiffen the sinews. Galadriel's Buck-U-Uppo was excellent at vitalizing the limbs to forge on the last dreadful mile and all that, but it lacked the comfort that speaks to the soul.
I contemplated the glowing river. "Redirecting the army of Aunts to that Isengard place was a stroke of brilliance, I thought."
"You are too kind, sir."
"Still, all things must end, as they say. Travel is broadening to the mind and all, but it is past time to attend the call of heart and home. Among other considerations, I think something took residence inside this mithril shirt somewhere around the Morgul Vale and has been wandering about biting hither and thither ever since, and I am filled with the desire to strip it off and do battle with the blighted thing."
"Understandable, sir."
"I heard rather a good one the other day: Sing hey! for the bath at close of day that washes the weary mud away! -and by Jove if I don't think they were on to something, Jeeves."
"It is undeniably felicitous to be surrounded by the comforts of home," he assented, and yet I couldn't escape a certain sense of firmness about his gaze.
I sighed, for I knew what he wanted. Well, I mean, I'm all for taking a firm stance and not being trodden on in one's own home and all, but as far as rallying around to save the young master goes, none could have rallied more greatly than Jeeves. If a little firmness was the price I had to pay, well, so be it.
Slowly I undid the old school tie from around my neck. It was harder work than one would have thought; as if it could hear what was rattling around in the old brain, the ring that was threaded on it put in a last surge of effort in the gleaming and enticement department, filling my mind with heady visions: Freddie Widgeon gnashing his teeth as I sank yet another dart into the bullseye, Aunt Agatha wreathed in tears and begging my forgiveness for ever having misjudged me, Jeeves gazing admiringly as I displayed my newest waistcoat for his edification…
It was the last that broke the spell. Cursed objects of all-consuming power were all well and good in their sphere, but there were limits, don't you know? And yet I hesitated. "You don't think I could slip it on and just have a quick total domination of the world before I toddle around to the Drones for a stiff one?"
Jeeves gave a gentle cough of reproof. "I think you will find it for the best, sir."
It was a wrench, but one could not deny the man had earned it. With a heavy hand, I held the ring out to him. "Take it, then. You will know what do with it, I'm sure."
He took it from me with the sort of shimmer that showed he was exceptionally gratified. "Thank you, sir."
I watched as the ring fell from his hand into the depths below. It hit the lava and rested there for a moment before slowly sinking beneath the glowing surface, and as they caught fire I almost felt that the Old Etonian colors glowed brighter in approval. That Wooster, they seemed to say: not much in the brains department, but he gets the job done.
Outside, there came a hideous wailing as of something ages old abruptly losing the power which bound it to this mortal plain and all that, which I took as our signal to leg it down the nearest drainpipe before things got sticky. The road goes ever on and on, what? Yet I paused there, at the end of all things, because some things have to be said.
"No, thank you, Jeeves."
THANK YOU for understanding the assignment, bally good work, this.
All of this is the cheffest of kiss