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1. Rain, Birds and Words.

A fan of productive procrastination (try saying that when you're drunk or, in my case, when you're sober) I spent far too long this morning making a spreadsheet of how many words per day of Grim Glass Vein I would need to write if I want a complete draft by mid September. Not that I have any particular reason for picking September other than it's next month and I'd like to have edited drafts of both Grim and Ghosts by year end so that next year I can reconsider the whole search for an agent thing that I've been conveniently ignoring.

Then I spent the following hour looking at writing desks online and decided that this coming weekend I'd gut my office and rebuild it.

Now I need to construct another spreadsheet. Although actually writing some words might be a more fortuitous plan.

Spent yesterday at the new Museum of Liverpool with the wee ones. Above is a rather rainy view from the second floor window and to the right is an iconic Liver Bird. We are rather fond of them in Liverpool and it's said if they ever fly away that Liverpool would fall into the sea. We're dooooooooomed. Or maybe not because they're all made of solid rather than beating things.

I guess I should write now or look at desk accessories...

Maybe I'll make a new spreadsheet.


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2. 30 Days of Writing Questions - Part Four

16. Do you write romantic relationships? How do you do with those, and how “far” are you willing to go in your writing?

Romance has been lacking in my fiction lately (if you discount the girl who sorta dissolved). I desperately tried to shoe-horn a romance (and failed) into my YA 'Grim Glass Vein'. My first books though were all about the kissing and other things. Oh yes, once upon a time my characters went far.

17. Favorite protagonist and why!

Right now, Meg (from 'The Museum of Impossible Artefacts') because she's awesome and so much braver than me.

18. Favorite antagonist and why!

Right now, Derek Winters (from 'The Museum of Impossible Artefacts') because he's despicable.

19. Favorite minor that decided to shove himself into the spotlight and why!

Serena Tierney in 'The Maiden Phoenix' (how embarrassing - another unpublished novel). One minute she was a small love-interest part slated to die, the next she was doing the killing (and enjoying it).

20. What are your favorite character interactions to write?

I love it when they're verbally sparring with a tinge of sarcasm in the air.


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In other news, Poe Little Thing have accepted my story 'The Quiet of the Hour Glass'. And it's pro-pay. So happy. Ignoring the fact my book, 'Theatre of Curious Acts' was accepted in July by Hadley Rille (because that's a book not a short story) and that in the meantime I've placed stories with two markets where I was invited to submit (Spectral Press and Red Penny Papers), I haven't had an actual slush pile sale since May 8th. Me, panic? You betcha.

NaNoWriMo Catch up:

Yesterday's word count: 1711
Today's word count: 2047
Total Word Count: 36,297 + 3350 (other projects)

Fun Times: Meg and Jake (though in this draft I'm still referring to him as Ben - don't ask) are at the wall at the end of the world. It's mighty high and mighty wide and if they linger there too long, they'll end too.

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3. WIP Wednesday - Death to the Red Pen

The edits for Grim Glass Vein are complete, my poor red pen is exhausted and almost out of ink and my head is spinning so much the remaining words are blurring. She (seems my novel is a girl) now stands at a little over 57,000 words. I guess it's time to let her stew before the final read through (or complete re-edit) and then let the hideous querying process begin.

Here be the beginning of the first chapter. Oh, and it's long, so feel free to skip.


One

What the Crow Buried Six Feet Deep

She should have died.

Standing at the graveside, watching as daffodils tumbled down onto the walnut box, Sydney Hart realised they were burying the wrong sister. Her hand fluttered to her chest. She waited for the earth to recognise its mistake, for it to cave and swallow her. If it did, nobody would flinch. She suspected her parents, Florence and David, would extend a hand to the girl who climbed out in her place. After all, they'd told her countless times, they'd rather Naomi had survived the accident.

The wind tugged at the slices of fake grass laid around the grave edge. Sydney dug a half-bitten fingernail into her scar, tracing it from the corner of her lip to the tip of her left ear. It didn't hurt. It never hurt. The day before, a district nurse had removed the stitches—prettying her up for the funeral (the nurse's words)—but had left behind the urge to unpick them. Sydney stilled her fingers. Tendrils of breath slid from her lips, offering the world a gasp. At times, she felt insubstantial, a nothing. Proving she may no longer walk amongst them, her parents looked straight through her.

Dressed in starched black suits, her parents clung to each other at the edge of the open grave. Even though they swayed back and forth, there was stillness to them. Twin black ravens pecking at their souls until their shells were hollow. One slight nudge and they would tumble down. Beside them, Sydney's grandpa leaned on his walking stick, his head too heavy for his emaciated body to hold up. Grey trousers sagged around his knees. On impact, Naomi’s soul had rushed out of her dying body to gather up her family’s spirits and now they too lay at rest, almost buried. No wonder Sydney’s mouth tasted like soil and blood, she was swallowing dirt alongside them.

Sydney ran her hand under her dry eyes. She'd forgotten how to cry or feel. If she died, would Florence and David shed tears for her? Perhaps, her death would prove the proverbial lifting of weight and they'd shake off their grief.

Yes, she should have died, and Naomi should have lived.

She looked down at the shiny heels she'd stolen from Naomi's side of the wardrobe. No wonder she felt like a monster’s bride. Metal ripping through her cheek mid accident had proven less debilitating than the pointy-toe shoes her twin had favoured. Sydney pressed a finger into the ridge that had long ago settled between her eyebrows. Determined to squeeze by her eyeballs or out through her nostrils, her brain pressed against her skull.

Knock, knock, knock – is anybody out there, can anybody hear me. Yes, slice her open and let the grieving end.

Her sigh disturbed the air, catching the wings of a passing blackbird. Its feathers beat above the grave. For a moment, she thought it would plummet. Did you taste my soul? Do you know where I belong? Cry, damn you.

The bird squawked.

A man rested against his digger a respectable distance from the funeral party. His tobacco stained fingers twitched. Somehow, she knew he wanted to pull the packet of cigarettes from his shirt pocket, that he didn’t care his lungs were packing in beneath the weight of tar. Noting her stare, the gravedigger sniffed and turned around. Someone else watched them both. A few yards behind the man, a boy drew on a

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4. Several Trees Died...

...in the making of the mess that is my desk.

One was happily working on her YA book in early March (according to my diary, it was last seen in action on the 1st - cripes) when the Shock Totem competition came along, and that was swiftly followed by the compiling of certain Strange Men, which in turn was followed by decorating... Short detour here...

...I bought a wonderful colour called 'Soft Stone' for my walls, a nice creamish-brown and I was going to buy all lovely green accessories, only the lovely creamish-brown turns out to be lilac or in the words of one nephew, purple!!!...

...all of which have left my desk buried beneath short story contracts, notes, edits, several drafts of a short story, critiques, blah, blah, blah. So no WIP for me (unless you count cleaning my desk as a WIP - and yep, it could take as long as the novel). I may, but then again may not, get back into Grim Glass Vein tomorrow, or (expecting a rejection here) do a rework on something else (may do it anyway just so I'm good to go), or maybe I'll actually finish the sequel/prequel/set in same universe short story that is a follow up to my Shock Totem entry.

I'm knackered now, must lie down for several weeks.

Oh, but first, if you head over to Strange Publications, you can pre-order The Final Study of Cooper M. Reid by Barry Napier for $8.

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5. WIP Wednesday - The Meme

Gef Fox and Danielle Ferries have tagged me to tell 6 outrageous lies and 1 truth....

Here are the rules for those who follow such things:

1. Thank the person who gave you this award. (Thanks dudes)
2. Copy the logo and place it on your blog.
3. Link to the person who nominated you.
4. Tell up to 6 outrageous lies about yourself and at least 1 outrageous truth.
5. Nominate 3 creative writers who might have fun coming up with outrageous lies.
6. Post links to the 3 blogs you nominate.
7. Leave a comment on each of the blogs letting them know you nominated them.

Not so long ago I told 10 outrageous lies in place of 10 true things and so this time, I thought I'd reverse the process. So let me introduce six outrageous truths about my WIP and one lie...

1. I wanted to call my book Snow Glass Globe but Neil Gaiman (being a huge fan of mine) stole the Snow & the Glass for his short story, 'Snow, Glass, Apples' and I don't think we need to look very far to see where he found the inspiration for apples - and I'm not talking about his fruit bowl.

2. There are spiders made from ice and though it should be illogical for their little legs to scurry, they do.

3. This story is about rabbits.

4. The grim reapers don't have scythes, they have needles, silver thread and hooks.

5. Grief has left the MC's parents catatonic and it is left to our heroine to brush cobwebs off their shoulders and untangle the weeds pushing through the air vents.

6. There is a boy with freckles wandering aimlessly around the place, and the writer has no clue what to do with him. He wants to be a love interest, but this isn't a story about teen romance.

7. Discounting teachers, there are more dead things wandering around the pages than living.

And to end, if you're doing a WIP Wednesday post today, then I nominate you.

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6. WIP Wednesday - Hope is a Dastardly Word*

Only 10,000 words of Grim Glass Vein this week - the deflatedness of this sentence is brought to you by last week's rocking word count and not by the writer who is all woot about it and currently shining her writer's medal.

After a good few days, I've been lax today, probably because I've shifted heads and I'm not certain it works. I want it to - especially as this character is more of a troubled airhead than the first draft suggested. However, she may suffer the dreaded curse of the delete button in the final edit.I'm now about half-way through this draft and for the most part I'm happy with it. I'm hoping to send it out in April. I'm hoping it will crawl over the 60,000 word mark (YA). I'm hoping it's email folder doesn't start to smell too quickly. I'm hoping this one is the one. That's a lot of hope for one little book to carry.


*The blog post title is sponsored by my need to use the word, dastardly and the deletion of all adverbs from the first draft.

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7.

So someone is suing Ms. Rowling for a billion dollars (or some other ridiculous amount) again because they think, 'The Goblet of Fire' rips off some unknown book from the 1990s. That and a line in my current WIP made me wonder if we'll see more of these claims now that so many writers are blogging excerpts from their WIPs - obviously, I don't mean the wonderful people who visit my blog because we're all sane. Well most of us are and those who aren't, well you know who you are. Okay, must stop looking at myself in the mirror, anyway...

I read a line on an LJ blog a week or so ago and I thought, 'not bad' and a few people commented on this person's rather cool line/idea. Cue a few days later, while redrafting Grim Glass Vein, I read a similar line (not the same words but running along the same theme) in the second draft. Now, I am the sort of person who worries about things that most (rational) people would ignore. So, I went into a spin as to whether I should remove this line - after all, it's one sentence - but it is kind of pivotal to the story line and it's good and well, I came by it honestly about three to six months (the previous draft was composed sometime between Aug 09 and Nov 09) before reading this other person's line. The crux is though, prove it...

And thus, I worry.


*The wardens shouldn't unlock my cell door and let my thoughts escape, but I pay them very well.
**Thank goodness I'll never make squillions and no one will ever want to sue me. Oops, shouldn't really tempt the gods, my bad.

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8. WIP Wednesday - In which I call Jane Austen a Zombie

Phew! I have words. I have many, many, many words. I'm sitting here, shining my writer's badge and wondering how my head will fit through the doorway. I am -- drum roll please -- 17,057 words into the final(ish) draft of Grim Glass Vein. I'm all shiny and happy, and...







...sorry couldn't resist. Anyhow, here's a teeny-tiny excerpt in which I mock dear, dead Jane Austen. May she crawl from her grave and throw a few witty lines at me along with her rotting fingers and toes.

Besides, except in old books about silly girls in ridiculous dresses, no one died from a soaking.

I swear my character made me do it. She has been reprimanded. I've been checking out my Flesch-Kincaid Grade level, trying to make sure I don't go over a twelve and found a 21.3 grade for one sentence. Does that mean only Harvard / Cambridge graduates can read it? Maybe that's why so often I make no sense at all - I write sentences for geniuses. Ignore me, I'm on an I wrote 14,000 words in a week high.

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9. WIP Wednesday - Here There Be Words

I feel as if I should whisper this post just in case I wake the internet fairies who are sleeping behind my wastepaper basket. They've been dozing for a couple of days now, and their hibernation has allowed me to restart my YA, Grim Glass Vein. I spent the weekend reminding myself of the plot and cringing at the story threads that led nowhere. I'm grateful for the time away from the book and the things I learned while rewriting Theatre at the end of last year. I'm going to set myself a daily goal sheet later, they normally help me stay on track and I do like to compete against what I thought I could do and win. I'm aiming to finish this draft by March 31st and then I'll put it aside while we decorate--groan--and do a final edit in April.**

I've also started a rough draft - handwritten, gulp! - of my next YA, Cobweb Strings of the Rotting House, which needs a catchier title, but that will do for now. So far, I've written a massive two pages. Try not to be jealous. Originally, Cobwebs was supposed to be a novelette that I wanted to send to a spectacular editor who is planning a chapbook line. Alas, 'twas not to be... Until of course, my plans swerve. Because plans always swerve.

**Note to Carrie Harris, please do a synopsis give-backery competition thingy in April and let me win. I am willing to bribe.

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10. WIP Wednesday - Under Construction


It's almost here... No, not the season of joy and goodwill to all men (and Editors bearing rejection letters). I'm talking about January 1st, that magical time when we believe all our dreams will come true, and yes we will work harder than we have ever worked before, and write better than we have ever... Yawn. I swear the elves are sprinkling magic dust over my shoulders. It's a strange old time of year.

So, my early 2010 looks pretty much like this...

Finish 'Grim Glass Vein' and make it the most sparkly book ever written (even sparklier than Meyer's vampires only there are no sharp teethed ones here).

Then I have the in-construction-plans for two novellas, both science fictionish. "When Orange Lanterns Lit the World" is more dystopian future (I've fallen in love with dystopia this year), and "The Moth Brigade" (title will change) is a little steampunkish affair that may be past-set or may be future-set and probably won't be all that steampunkish at all. I love it when I make no sense at all.

And before all that I really need to finish start the story about an awakened marionette that keeps nagging at me. I'm sure it'll be brilliant, I just need to drag it out of. Now where's my hook?

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11. Now this is just greedy...

I've always been a one corkboard girl for no reason other than I was testing the stability of my wall by placing as many things as possible on one corkboard and then, a few weeks ago, Danielle Ferries posted a picture of her Engine Room and I was transfixed (I kid you not) by her three corkboards. Wait a minute, I could have more than one? No one sent me the memo. Or if they did it was buried beneath all the crap on my old board.

Now that I'm all organised, I'll be far more productive. Ahem! Possibly. There's a board dedicated to my WIP novel (which would be a WIP if I was actually working on it), and another dedicated to short stories, with details of the next four stories that I expect to write, and my old board is littered with anthology guidelines that I'll never get around to.

I guess I should write now. Or perhaps, organise the rest of my room. Or twitter. Or... Find food.


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12. Fate's Fickle Finger

I wasn't certain if I was going to blog about this - tempting fate and all that, but I figured it's all part of the process and the journey and that I should. I also figured if I maintained radio silence for a month, I'd go insane and then I'd drag you all to the lunatic asylum with me. Though maybe Jack Nicholson's there, and we'd all have a wild time.

So, here's what I like to title, 'The Reason I won't be participating in NaNoWriMo this year'.

Up until last Monday, I was working on Grim Glass Vein and scratching out some plans for my NaNo project (I had several ideas and couldn't decide which to go with - not a bad thing), I was also jotting down ideas for a story for the Cafe Doom competition and starting to wonder about ideas for flash stories for 52 Stitches when it reopens. Life was good, and then life got complicated and a little bit exciting.

Parties, who shall remain unnamed, have been reading my book Theatre of Curious Acts (publisher not agent) over the past couple of months. On Monday evening they asked if I would consider doing a substantial rewrite, and the following morning I received the rewrite details. Oh my god! I may have panicked for about thirty minutes, but once I got my head around what was needed and what wasn't I decided, I could do this. I made sure I had a full plan of what was to be removed and what I wanted to add and started the rewrite yesterday. Scratching out unnecessary characters is far more fun than I expected.

When it all falls apart - I joined PessimistsRus (they require only a bleak outlook) at the weekend as well as the SFWA - I know I'll be left with a much better book and the experience of tearing a book apart is proving invaluable. I'm even looking at Grim Glass Vein with new eyes.

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13. WIP Wednesday - Guy with Freckles


The ego may have deflated a little since last Wednesday - it had to happen - and the writing may have been slow going (lazy writer syndrome with added excuses) but I still have positive vibes about Grim Glass Vein. So positive, I'm concerned that when I eventually sub it and the no's start coming in, I'm going to hit that beast named despair. Or rather, that beast named despair is going to hit me.

Draft Two currently lingers at 12,161 words and I hope to get another couple hundred words in before I switch off today. At the moment, the note I scrawled onto a post-it keeps distracting me. It reads: Who is the guy with the freckles?

He didn't exist until today and yet I can see him standing up and following Sydney into the school and goodness knows what happens next...

One of the boys, freckles stretching across his nose in a wide band, looked up. "Hey," he started. A girl nudged him in the ribs, and her leg outstretched in an attempt to trip Sydney up. She weaved her way between them and entered the school.

Unfortunately, everytime I read the freckle line I get an image of Adam Ant.

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14. WIP Wednesday - The Ego Has Landed

I love the second draft of Grim Glass Vein - love, adore, 'tis a beautiful thing. Honest, this is the best thing I've ever written, I'm riding a tide of euphoria. See, wee Sydney agrees with me...




We're having so much fun and our ego's are growing so large and wonderful, in fact I have to be careful not to stand up too quickly or all the blood in my very large head sloshes about. Word count is 7,403 out of a projected 60,000. What am I saying? Projected? I am doing such a wonderful job, I can have any word count I like. I feel that good. Nothing can go wrong. Right?

I think I'll make a cup of tea, eat some cake, and plan my Nebula speech.




"Cate’s manuscript is so wonderful, I know I’m in safe hands... Ooh, I don’t think she’s noticed the swimming pool in the plot. I think I’ll take a dip while she isn’t looking."

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