Dammit.
Dammit.
I’m procrastinating. I’m putting off editing The Right People for an editor who said he’d give it another look if I trimmed it. I’m hovering around 22K, and he wants 16K.
This could be tricky.
Granted, I’ve brought this beast down from 33K, which is a hell of a thing. A lot of it was fat, stuff that I put in because I was so in love with my freakin’ brilliance, man, which is shorthand for not knowing when to shut the hell up. Shutting the hell up means editors will ask for more; babbling away on paper means they don’t need to ask for more. Simple.
But I realize that the reason I’m putting this off is the same lame-ass excuse I’ve used many times before: if I don’t edit, I don’t have anything to send; and if I don’t have anything to send, I don’t have anything that can get rejected. This is weak talk, loser talk, and Ironmen don’t talk weak, even when they’re talking about writing. Ironmen show up, which is why I’m going to finish this damn thing and get it down to size and send it off to the mad Dutchman. Just watch.
UPDATE: 19.5K. Whew.
Warren fires off the lamest self-destruct in the history of space travel.
Warren Ellis, aka First Comrade Fantastika, leads his crew of cheerfully doomed spacetronauts on the final flight of the Goddamn Starship.
Not the best shot, but you know how we Angelenos are with snow. Makes us squint.
Here’s the thing: you live in Los Angeles, you’re going to know people involved in television, movies and music. It’s just like if you lived in Omaha, you’d probably know someone in insurance or, I dunno, steaks. It’s just one of the industries.
That means it’s easy to become jaded when you hear about someone being on TV, especially if it’s the reality kind. I’ve known two people who appeared on reality shows, and the only charm was seeing my high school classmate get ribbed for sticking with her assclown of a boyfriend (and, yes, I hang my head in shame that I watched Temptation Island). I think we watched only one episode of Alex’s Survivor, and that was because it was at the end of a TnT workout and there was food and beer involved.
However, it’s tough not to be excited when Diana sent this link around. Holy crap! Here’s hoping our man Anthony takes all!