I am having a bad week. Again. I don't want to talk things over. I don't care about the law of averages and into each life some rain must fall, & etc. This is not a wish. This is a cease and desist letter.
Knock it off!
Yours most sincerely,
Our local flock of wild parrots are nesting in our pecan trees complaining about the rain. They are incredibly loud. When one squawks, they all do, resulting in a continual cacophonous chorus.
And the poor squirrels have been driven to the fences.
Okay, so seriously...revising a novel takes for-freaking ever. I'm flailing through the text, tweaking here, re-researching there, making little notes to myself in [brackets]. Revision is a different skill than drafting, and I have the sinking feeling that I'm not very good at it.
Call me a wuss, but I much prefer doing things that I'm good at. Hey, there's a shiny novel-sized plot over there....
Currently reading: Hilari Bell, The Wizard Test
Saw Pan's Labyrinth. It was pretty darn good, and I didn't mind the subtitles at all. It was dark subject matter though--a fairy story that is not for children. Thumbs up on the visuals--in that respect it reminded me of Mirrormask. The dude with the eyes is just awesome. I'll say no more to avoid spoilers, but see this one if you can.
(insert generic whine about holiday overload here)