So, I’ve had my head buried in edits for Unbalanced. Because the woman who wrote Unbalanced is not the same woman that I am now, I wanted to rip it apart and re-write, but one of my friends gave me a reality check, and, in a virtual world sense ripped the manuscript from my panicked hands and forced me to send it to my longsuffering editor, Elizabeth Burton of Zumaya. So, I’m waiting to see what she thinks of the edits I did do, and then we’ll work on polishing the novel. May 15th is not very far away.
The following bit is for Joel the tall and terrible, because he did not throw this at me the second time we were discussing me sending in my book (I would make an objection, and he would saying, “Just let it go.” – there was a great deal of laughing during this conversation, too, to keep you from thinking that we were seriously fighting…) and he darned well could have:
Robert Heinlein’s Rules of Writing
1. You must write.
2. You must finish what you write.
3. You must refrain from rewriting, except to editorial order.
4. You must put the work on the market.
5. You must keep the work on the market until it is sold.
Never forget these rules. I certainly used to live by them…I should not have allowed myself to forget them.
But, the neat thing is, here’s what’s going on in my head:
Me: I should be working on Unbalanced. But I can’t work on Unbalanced. I don’t know what Liz thinks of it yet.
Me: OK. Then you need to work on something else.
Me: Wait! I know what happens in “The Blue Girl” short story I never finished!
Me: OMG, YAY! That is totally cool! And what a neat little twist!
So, I’m back to working on “The Blue Girl”, which was a story that I was trying to write for an anthology, but ran out of time on. I am full of fail in the writing for a specific anthology department. But then, I realized that I also have a short story that needs second drafted, called “I am the Grey Lady”, and so I think that I should write a few short stories with colors in the title. I have one in progress that I love…it’s a nice story with great imagery but I don’t know the end yet, the working title being the first line of the story “She was called Aziza” – not exactly the title of the year. Maybe it should be called “The Golden Bells.” The flaw is, through, that if I’m going to do a color anthology, I need to use the word indigo. I *love* the word indigo. It’s not my favorite color (though I like it fine), but the word is a delight. Maybe I shall call the story “The Indigo Girl”…but the story has peacocks, and I don’t think peacocks are very indigo…
Speaking of color, I got my hands on Victoria Finlay’s Jewels: A Secret History and Color: A Secret History. I’ve been enjoying the book on jewels so much. It’s an easy (as in tasty, not in sense that it’s written for children or some such) read, but one of those books that’s filled with oddments of trivia and folk lore and fact. Also found that there is a Jennifer Roberson book that I did not yet have, a sad and terrible thing that I rectified immediately.