Hey, munchkins. Sleepy Mary Anne. It's 11-ish now, and I'm trying to
decide whether to go to bed or not. It's been a fairly busy day -- woke
up around 8 and worked steadily on e-mail, and then on reading BW
manuscripts, until about 1. Then Roshani came by (no Zoe today) and we
went down the street to a cafe where we worked until 5:30 or so. I did a
fairly detailed revision of the new, more complex version of "Mint in Your
Throat" (intermittently having had a different name but now back to the
original), which I'm happier with, but it's still not quite there, I
think. Roshani read it, and really didn't get what I was doing with the
guy -- I'm having a very hard time figuring out how to communicate it
effectively to the reader, given that it's in the second person *and* he
doesn't understand it. It makes it very difficult to *show* that the
reality is subtly different from what he thinks it is. Argh. Maybe I can
persuade Jed to take another look at it -- I'm feeling pretty lost, which
is frustrating, because in some ways, I think this may be the best thing
I've written. *bang head against wall, desk, computer, etc.*
Came home and read for a while, Suzette Haden Elgin's Native
Tongue, a feminist linguistic sf novel. Good so far, but my brain
started feeling fuzzy enough that I decided to put it down. Watched the
season finale of X-Files -- it's a good show, but it scares me. Poor
Kevin, trying to do math on the same couch, with me eeping at every sudden
move on the tv screen. Though I'm not sure he actually noticed. When
he's deep in his math head, I think I could jump on his tummy and he
wouldn't notice.
Okay, maybe he'd notice that.
I think I'm going to try to read a few more manuscripts before bed. I'm
making good progress, so I'm not going to try to race. Is not good to
read manuscripts when tired -- it's like student papers. You can't give
them a fair read.
Oh, big yawn. Maybe I not read anymore tonight after all. G'night.
Sweet dreams.
