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If it ain't fixed, don't broke it.
Jun. 12th, 2005 07:05 amI was struck with an idea for a story last night and it's going to open with, "Satan was eating foie gras for lunch on a brimstone veranda overlooking the largest flaming lake of sulfur in all of Hades." That doesn't give you much of a hint as to the content of the story, but trust me, it's a good one. It's going to center around the idea that souls, our divine sparks, our Holy Guardian Angels, are real Angels of Heaven and every time someone sells their soul to Satan, that Angel has to go to Hell. Now I just have to write it. I think I may even put the pharmacist story on hold for this one, I can feel this one forming in my head, scene after luxuriously absurd scene.
Our Editor starts editing the Book this week. She said it will take about two weeks. After that, my co-author and I can seriously start shopping around for a publisher. I'm so excited I can't even think of a decent synonym for excited that reflects my level of excitement, so I will rely on tautology to do the job for me.
I'm reading my second Discworld novel by Terry Pratchett, called Going Postal. It's good so far, though after my recent bout of Robbins and Plath, his lack of excessive descriptions leaves me feeling a bit empty. However, he's clever as always. After all, the first sentence in this book is, "They say that the prospect of being hanged in the morning concentrates a man's mind wonderfully; unfortunately, what the mind inevitably concentrates on is that, in the morning, it will be in a body that is going to be hanged."
What else can I say? Oh, this morning I saw streaks of clouds like wisps of dragon tongue lash the sky of frozen ocean crests while the smoke of celestial battles hovered past.
That is all.
Our Editor starts editing the Book this week. She said it will take about two weeks. After that, my co-author and I can seriously start shopping around for a publisher. I'm so excited I can't even think of a decent synonym for excited that reflects my level of excitement, so I will rely on tautology to do the job for me.
I'm reading my second Discworld novel by Terry Pratchett, called Going Postal. It's good so far, though after my recent bout of Robbins and Plath, his lack of excessive descriptions leaves me feeling a bit empty. However, he's clever as always. After all, the first sentence in this book is, "They say that the prospect of being hanged in the morning concentrates a man's mind wonderfully; unfortunately, what the mind inevitably concentrates on is that, in the morning, it will be in a body that is going to be hanged."
What else can I say? Oh, this morning I saw streaks of clouds like wisps of dragon tongue lash the sky of frozen ocean crests while the smoke of celestial battles hovered past.
That is all.
