odds and ends

So I looked over Julia's synopsis and sent my suggestions and I hope they're any use at all. And I looked at the rap epic thing and decided that I wasn't going to change anything but typoes and formatting, and it's all packaged and ready to buy postage for.
And I haven't been keeping good track of how many words I'm doing on Afterwar but this chapter is at 6000 words or so and maybe half, a third, maybe a little more than half done. I spent a lot of time getting the sequence of events and the relationships among the threads of the story straight. ( Read more... )

Emma's going cold turkey off the pain meds for the knee because the doctor thinks they're causing the endless headache. And she's got the flu or something. She is not happy.

Hell on Earth anthology

Well. I'm just not a very hellish writer, I guess. I have a concept: "Hell is a bordertown factory, and there is no individual redemption." But not much else, and two weeks to write it. I wrote a paragraph and wanted to vomit.

I don't like the concept of hell. Because hell is the place where it goes on being like that forever, right? If it doesn't go on like that forever, then it's something else, not hell. But I do like the idea of meeting another anthology deadline. The corollary of the above, by the way, is: "but there is redemption . . . just not individually." As in "don't mourn, organize."

I haven't been reading the Move On email properly and I missed the whole thing yesterday, the emailing, the calling, and I'm not on a team like I should be because I was sick the night of signups. Now I am planning to fix it.

I think, since I have everything, plot, characters, futurific goodness, for the Future Washington, I will write that (and keep plugging on Afterwar and see whether I can actually come up with a viable story for Damned Nation.

Oh, Frank's here. I can ask him about the medical part of the futurific goodness.