given its auth system is tits-up. I finished Windup Girl and have taken on River of Gods (and almost wish I hadn't as there's just as much muck and ick in the latter and the former, but thankfully, it doesn't get in the way). Not bad for a firang, I guess. I've also picked up some new books, but I'm going to let Shelfari sort itself out as it's tedious to do here.
I've been writing. Holy cow (heh), have I been writing. Many 2500-3000 word days, and I like them. Two of those days were back-to-back and constituted a short story I thought was for sure crap, so I sent it off to my editor to be burned with annotations like "I don't like this part," and "help me fix this," and "this is nowhere near strong enough," thinking she'd just say, listen, you wrote it in two days. Relax, and focus on something more productive like the book.
Instead she marked the thing up from top to bottom and really likes it. This is a 5000 page story (which is kind of a limit for short stories) so it took her a long time, and she wants me to polish it off and likes it as much as one of the other pieces we worked on and were quite happy with (that got published twice). And she's not asking me to hack away at it to make it shorter. I'm aghast.
So I've been splitting my time between this short story that needs a little loving and this novel that just needs a few more chapters written before it can have a partial draft sent to the editor.
Boy this is fun. I wish it paid by the word to write, rather than to sell books. :)
