Today (like, a few minutes ago), I hit 90,000 words with Children of the Resolution. The end is near, I’m over-the-moon with the quality of the writing and, as zonked-out as I am, I can’t wait to continue.
I am, however, going to force myself to have the weekend off. Wouldn’t do to be silly at this stage.
Longer, meatier post soon!
Oh, don’t you just love these brainless Hollywood types who manage to remember one vaguely interesting and “like, you know, spiritual-sounding” word and then insist on letting it roll off their tongues whenever the opportunity arises — like they actually know what they’re talking about?
I refer, of course, to Sharon Stone’s ridiculous comments attributing the recent earthquakes in China to “karma”. To quote:
“I’m not happy about the way the Chinese are treating the Tibetans because I don’t think anyone should be unkind to anyone else. And then all this earthquake and all this stuff happened, and I thought, is that karma?”
Yes, people, the Chinese (not even the Chinese government — the Chinese) brought it on themselves. Because bad things happen to bad people. Aw, shucks, I’m so glad she cleared that one up for me.
Say what you will about Ms. Stone, however, but one thing I’m fairly sure about is that nothing bad will happen to her. Because she isn’t bad. No, now don’t look like that. She isn’t — she’s simply, and quite clearly, very, very stupid.
Three things I won’t be doing this summer:
- Watching Big Brother. Enough is enough! People-watching is fun, when we’re talking real people and not hand-picked conflict/fuck droids!
- Getting a tan. This is England, what can I say?
- Publicising my new novel. That’s next summer.
Three things I will be doing this summer:
- Watching Wimbledon in HD and on Interactive.
- Reading War and Peace (always assuming I ever get Thomas Mann’s The Magic Mountain finished!)
- Planning We Are Watching.
- Learning to count.
What does/doesn’t this summer have in store for you?
Well, today I reached the point in my novel where I had to, reluctantly, let the character of Johnny — the fictional representation of my childhood friend, GS — die. I expected it to be difficult, whatever I may have said in previous blog posts, but in the end it just happened, much as it did in real life, off-stage and oddly veiled.
I’d thought of tampering with the circumstances — solidly putting the “semi” in the phrase “semi-autobiographical” — and having Johnny die centre-stage, clutching his bosom, so to speak, where my narrator (yes, okay, where I) could see him, but that struck me as crass and intrusive. GS wouldn’t have objected, I’m fairly sure. He liked a bit of drama, and often went out of his way to create it. But I think the off-stage choice is the right one. There’s a dignity about it that I feel is right. Whatever else it might be, I can only be pleased with that, at least.
In other news… I’m taking tomorrow off, and heading out I don’t know where. Possibly onto the moors again — see if I can find out anything more about Austin Wright. I can’t help wondering, Why Fylingdales? What’s he, an ex-remote-viewer, doing out there? It has to be significant.
If you see me on the news tomorrow evening being detained by sweaty military types, you’ll know I’ve got a little carried away with my research 😉
My jaw hit the floor and I thought, “If a 16-year-old can work it out, how come no one else did?”
Maybe Marks and Spencer will stop charging their customers for plastic bags, now, and focus on the more serious issue of packaging.
“Every time you break an egg, you are doing observational cosmology.”
From Does Time Run Backward in Other Universes? by Sean M. Carroll.
… just leaves you bleeding and battered on the floor.
I guess today is just destined to be “one of those days”. No sooner had my foot started to feel better than I heard from the Acquisitions Editor at Kunati. As mentioned here, he had passed my novel, The Realm of the Hungry Ghosts, along to his associates with a recommendation. Unanimity was required, however, and, to cut a long story short, it didn’t bloody well get it.
I’m disappointed. I know it’s par for the course, and I certainly don’t hold it against the guys at Kunati, but this was a “close call”, and these are the rejections that are always the toughest to get one’s head around. Kicking something would help, but that probably isn’t wise, what with my dodgy foot an’ all.
Still, Children of the Resolution (a very different novel to Realm) is almost complete so I’ll just pin my hopes on that. I believe it to be a far more marketable novel.
Now, where have I heard that before?
(Please note: I’m not really as pissed off as I possibly sound, so I don’t need the number for the Samaritans. And anyone who thinks it might be funny to send me it anyway can just… well, try it. Go on, I dares ya 😉 )