September 11th, 2007


progress report

Last night's wordcount: 841, and oh it was a slog. Actually had an idea for the important bit of that chapter, though, which is exciting, as inspiration lately has been rare, perspiration squeezed out between two splintery blocks of wood.
WWI soldiers

Sassoon, "Banishment"


I am banished from the patient men who fight
They smote my heart to pity, built my pride.
Shoulder to aching shoulder, side by side,
They trudged away from life's broad wealds of light.
Their wrongs were mine; and ever in my sight
They went arrayed in honour. But they died,--
Not one by one: and mutinous I cried
To those who sent them out into the night.

The darkness tells how vainly I have striven
To free them from the pit where they must dwell
In outcast gloom convulsed and jagged and riven
By grappling guns. Love drove me to rebel.
Love drives me back to grope with them through hell;
And in their tortured eyes I stand forgiven.

--Siegfried Sassoon

now the nail biting

If I still bit my nails, the nail biting would begin now. I think my second interview went well, but I won't find out for "about a week."


Another interview tomorrow, for something that doesn't pay nearly enough but would be a lot of writing, which is a big plus. Thursday, I'm off for the afternoon to sign up with a temp/placement agency, in case it turns out to be helpful.


Ducal Service has sold.

In a two-book deal.

To Mira Spice, an imprint of Harlequin.

So now, I quickly come up with a new pseud, and finish the manuscript, and send it off to the editor.

I've known about the Harlequin offer since September 4th, but was waiting until the money had been agreed upon before announcing it generally.