Onward

I mean, it must be.  It ate my whole day.

At least, I think it did.  I don’t remember anything else.  Took Bly to the airport, dropped the kid at the club, came home and…it’s blank.   But I swear I didn’t sign up for Twitter till much later…

Anyway.  Twitter is teh evil.  Darn brain- and time-absorbing silliness…

I pushed on to the end, and got all the revisions in the computer. I’m very happy. There’s still one chapter I need to fix (it’s about three pages long, it needs to be at least five) but then I’m DONE!!

wOOt!!!

On looking back, I see I did pretty well this summer. I finished Keen (been unfinished two years) edited Taro (has been stuck in first draft for three years), submitted Taro (again, been around for three years) and edited Flame (only been around a couple months. Though I did have the first twenty or so pages for five or more years…)

Anyway. Proud of myself? Yes, I am! That’s the most productive summer I’ve had since I started getting summers off!

So I’m resigned to going back to work. I’ll finish up Flame and send her off to my editor, then wrap up a beta for a friend I should have done months ago. Then it’s catching up on the reading and maybe writing some fanfics while I try to once again survive the Horrible Month of August.

I can’t wait to see what crazy things those parents will come up with this year!

hee…

The rain came again. It avoided the office this time, though, to drip happily into Bly’s bedroom (down the wall and onto her alarm clock) and mine (pouring onto the floor and dripping on my new comforter!)

I never finished the last six pages of One-Pass Revision. I was pondering adding some five pages to make another chapter (it was either add five pages or take out one, and I couldn’t decide) and then HP:DH came along and suddenly I could care less about editing.

After my whinge this morning, I managed to haul myself back to my own work. Since I still hadn’t decided on that chapter, I continued putting my revisions in the computer. Since then I’ve added over three thousand words, and gotten through seventy of (originally) 110 pages. And I’ve got some ideas for expanding that scene into a chapter.

So I may yet be done with this before I go back to work. w00t!!!!

I hate the way when I have a time limit–we’re going grocery shopping in an hour, or I’m going back to work in a week–I just can’t seem to do anything.

Deadlines are fine.  I can work to a deadline.  A very good thing, since I want a writing career.  But limits?  Limits get me.

And it’s so stupid.  I am (as far as I know) supposed to go back to work next Monday.  I have a whole empty week ahead of me!  Who wouldn’t be very grateful for an entire week off?  But here I sit, thinking about how it’s my last week.  It’s not that I don’t want to start anything, either.  I’m right in the middle of editing Flame.  All I have to do is get back to work.

Enough whining.  I am getting back to work.  Onward!

I don’t like hype. I have a natural aversion to all things hyped. Therefore, the bigger Harry Potter got, the more I didn’t want to be involved. Not that I don’t love Harry–I do. So I knew all along I’d have to read. I would have preferred, though, to wait. To savor it, to read it slowly.

It is the last book, of course. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Thanks to the cruel joy so many people seem to be taking in ruining the joy of the book for us fans, I decided I’d better just get it and read it as fast as I could.

So. Ten hours later and I’m done. I’m…at a loss. It went by so fast. I…am going to have to read it again.

I won’t give my impressions yet, except that I’ve rarely read a more satisfying give-and-take, back-and-forth, than those last few chapters.

My main reason for writing is, I guess, to say Neener, Neener! to all the bastards so intent on ruining the enjoyment of so many people. To those printing spoilers (New York Times, I heard?), those putting crap up on YouTube and other places, traipsing through forums and leaving anguish in your wake–to you I say, .

Or, in the words of Albus Dumbledore, “Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!”

No one who loves Harry would act so.  And no one who doesn’t love Harry can possibly fathom what they are missing.

I pity those who can only find enjoyment in ruining the joy of others.