This morning I woke up to an apartment filled with clothing scattered around, as if many women had crowded into my apartment only to suddenly ascended into the heavens above, leaving only their clothing behind. Then I realized I needed to do laundry.
Today is all writing and cleaning, and trying to find a tiny octopus to do my goddamn dishes. Tomorrow I’m going to see the Alexander McQueen exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, followed by a fancy-ass brunch and then some other equally fancy-ass thing that one can only do in Gotham City. There WILL be a post about that, and pictures.
The FrankenNovel is coming along well. I haven’t posted excerpts or “metrics” or anything like that, but I think starting next week, I’ll start posting the word count bar – once a week, though, not every day. I’m still on track to be finished by the end of July, although that date is flexible. I’m setting the date to drive myself to meet it, but if I don’t, I’m not going to castigate myself or scream “ah FUCK, I blew it!” and drag the ms file into the recycle bin. I’m just using the end-date as a way to pace myself. Novel writing is something of a marathon – for me, at any rate – and I’m the kind of writer who needs to know approximately when and where the finish line is, so I can pace myself accordingly.
Lastly, but not least(ly): I have a couple of new reviews for Engines of Desire:
A short but very amusing (and highly complimentary) bit of commentary by J.T. Glover – make sure you read the comments
And now it’s time to make lunch for Herbert and the ants. A colony queen’s work is never done.
.Originally published at Livia Llewellyn.