What's comforting is that I don't think I need to make radical changes to either; it's more a matter of making them better versions of the stories they are. That's much less discouraging to take away from workshop than the former... Sometimes the thought of making radical changes just exhausts me -- and so the story gets shelved somewhere for a long time.
(Of course, sometimes a story gets shelved by the publisher -- that vampire story I put up yesterday was published in 2000, but I think actually written in '96 or so...Cecilia at Circlet is just slow. But we love her anyway...)
It looks like we have a go on that Melcher project, but I'm still not sure I'm allowed to discuss. Let's just say that today and tomorrow I'll be working on the proposal for it -- a few paragraphs. They'll pay me some money for that, if they like it, and then have me do a more developed form for the proposal. Then the proposal gets shipped to publishers; if one takes it, then they pay me a nice chunk of money (enough to actually finish clearing my credit card debt, I think, which would be oh so lovely) to actually write the thing. It'll be a very short book, one of those books that is charming rather than deep. Hopefully charming, anyway.
Last night I was talking to Jed, and I told him about my poor workshop colleague who handed in a story titled "Desiderata" and who hadn't known that there was an incredibly well-known prayer/poem with that same title...he just thought it was a good word that expressed well what he was going for in the story (desiderata: that which is necessary or deeply desired). Jed told me about another cool word -- cicisbeo, I think it was? Yes. Jed defined it as a lover, or a gallant. (My Merriam Webster's agrees, though the online Webster's gives rather a more fun definition: A professed admirer of a married woman; a dangler about women. In any case...) I suggested that while I liked the concept, I wasn't fond of this particular word, and he should go find me a lots of other cool words that meant lover. He demurred, saying that then he'd have to put together one of those tiny books they sell at the front of bookstores, filled with illustrations and titled "A Lover's Book of Words" or some such. And he wasn't sure he'd be able to live with himself afterwards. I then severely chastised him, because I would be happy to write one of those books; I like browsing through them and have even bought a few. He was suitably apologetic -- or at any rate, changed the subject quickly. But the point is, the Melcher book isn't that kind of book. It'll be bigger and longer and more complicated. But maybe not so much.
I'm avoiding actually working, aren't I? Dangit -- at some point, I always manage to figure out that I'm procrastinating, and then it's not nearly as much fun. Guess I'd best toddle off to work, munchkins. Until later...