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aberwyn's Journal  Well, I had a good revision call with Sheila today. She wanted very few things added to the manuscript, as in, a couple of lines here and there, one new scene. So I should be done by Monday, barring disasters. Really done with the Deverry saga, which has been my life for so long. Gads. What a weird feeling. Maybe someday I'll write the second flashback or another story or something, but not for a while. Current mood:  Stunned.Current music: O'Carolan's Farewell.
Current mood:  amused.Current music: Boccherini. After much irritation this afternoon, I finally got my appointment to speak with a Social Security person about getting Medicare. The irritation was the endless phone tree, one of those run by a computer, where they want you to bellow numbers or "yes" or "not" into the receiver. Bellow clearly and precisely, that is. With asthma this is not always possible. Finally Howard took over bellowing at the computer and got through to a human, who made the appointment at last. So next week I am coming unavoidably up against the ugly fact of being 65 in the fall. I keep thinking this is impossible. I must have subtracted wrong. :-) Anyway, I was in a foul mood through dinner, but many thanks to mevennen for posting the URL to the Bulwer-Lytton winners. The foul mood has been laughed away. I particularly recommend the one that starts "Flames and fur, wicker and fangs . . ." But I've lost the URL from my buffer. Damn.Other than that, I am now nervously waiting for Revision Notes from editors on THE SILVER MAGE and trying not to snarl at everyone I know whilst doing so. My apologies to sartorias, come to think of it. And the two leads in the New Project keep trying to get into bed together immediately, rather than where I'd planned on it. O well. That's the novelizing biz for you. Uppity characters!!! Current mood:  cranky.
For the new project, I need the name of a military sniper's rifle, high tech enough to have a scope but not so high tech that it can't take hand-forged silver bullets, which means older, and preferably of Soviet or some sort of non-Western make, which pretty much means Soviet or Chinese. If it's of a kind that the Iranian army might have bought some years ago, that would be a huge plus. My gun lore is totally out of date being as I haven't shot a rifle in 40 years. So I was hoping that someone here might know -- or know of a website that would have such information without being the sort of website a sane person wants to avoid. :-) Thanks! Current mood:  productive.
With the roadwork all nicely finished in the neighborhood, they are now resurfacing the playground in the school across the street. Stench and noise, again. At least I've turned in the sodding manuscript for THE SILVER MAGE. Let's see, anything else I can complain about? :-) The proposal for the New Project is going okay. For a complete change, I'm now worried about it being too short. We've had our usual summer weather -- heavy fog and a damp insidious cold, about 62 degrees Farenheit -- but today it's actually sunny and maybe a whole 68. Current mood:  awake.Current music: Alasdair Fraser, "Dawn Dance". Happy Birthday, America! In my own crabby, cynical, bitter way, I love you. Current mood:  celebratory.
Whenever I finish a book, particularly one that was a)long and b)difficult to write, I get into a strange state of mind, rather like sleep deprivation, though I've certainly had enough sleep lately -- crabby, easily confused, unable to concentrate on anything. This one has been particularly bad, because it's more than the end of one book. It's the end of the Deverry series, upon which I've been working since 1982. That's 27 years of my life, and 15 books -- a major life's work, even if it is lurid adventure fiction. It's also made me very aware of how old I'm getting, a rather unpleasant feeling, all in all. (Next week I can go apply for MediCare.) I have found myself wandering into the little room off my office where my vanity shelves are just to remind myself that yes, I did do a lot with that 27 years, and a lot of people in a number of countries have gotten some fun out of reading the books, even if they are lurid adventure fiction. I only know one cure for this state of mind -- write something else. Onward to the new project! This week I'll be doing a proposal for it, and if it sells, I'll tell you guys about it. If it doesn't, I do have a small notebook of ideas for other books . . . Current mood:  confused.
There. The missing scene is wrote. Tomorrow I'll check it over and transmit it to the editrices and my agent, and then plunge into a state of stupor. Pirate update: the HarperCollins UK Legal Department is taking up the matter. Rupert Murdoch's trained sharks . . . henh henh heh . . Current mood:  drained.
I transmitted THE SILVER MAGE to the editors last night -- minus one scene, that I really have to work on more, being as it's an extremely important one. Still, the vastly most of it's done. Irritating news of the morning: the entire Deverry series has been pirated to a bit torrent site, which means it's probably on others as well. May the reproductive organs of those who did this shrivel and turn septic! Current mood:  wiped out.
I am finally closing in on the end of the book. I may be scarce for a few days. Current mood: exhausted.
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