Fri, 17 Dec 2004
My head hurts
Work progresses slowly, but the current draft of GLASSHOUSE is
now longer than the last draft was before I lopped off the last
10% and began rewriting it.
I must remember in future to avoid first-person interior
monologues by a character who comes from a society where memory
editing is a fine art, and who consequently doesn't know whether
she's a small-town librarian, a spy pretending to be a small-town
librarian, a decomissioned Main Battle Tank, a recovering-from-
addiction gamer who thinks he's [sic] a decommissioned Main
Battle Tank (modulo gender reassignment surgery), an inmate in a psychiatric institution, or some
combination of the above.
Oww ... (this is by way of explaining the lack of profundities
and wit in my blog this week.)
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