Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
Seanan McGuire
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In which Seanan is consumed by work.

Ah, Spring in California. When the grass is green, the sky is blue, the birds sing outside your bedroom window at five o'clock in the morning like little feathered assholes, and a young author's mind turns to thoughts of copyedits. And rewrites. And word counts. And deadlines. And did I mention that I'm mildly insane, like, all the time right now?

Right now, I have open on my desktop two short stories ("Through This House," starring Toby and the gang, and "Build A Better..." starring Alice and Thomas and the mice), the current manuscript for Deadline, and the sixth of the Sparrow Hill Road stories ("Last Dance With Mary Jane"). I don't have The Brightest Fell open, but that's because this is a Deadline day. The two alternate, to try to preserve the last thin slivers of my sanity. In addition, I'm working on essays, interviews, other short pieces...

Someone asked me recently why I'm obsessing about Internet cage matches and art cards and bad zombie movies. The answer is simple: because they're silly and harmless and don't actually care whether I have pants on. And I need the break.

I'm about three days out from going into overdrive on Feed, which will consume my life until the page proofs for An Artificial Night arrive. Those will consume my life for a while, and then go away just in time for my editorial revisions on Deadline. And so it goes, and so it goes. So if you're wondering why I seem a little bit, well, shallow right now, it's because the deep end of the pool is filled with sea serpents and other toothy things, and I am enjoying the remainder of my toes.
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The answer is simple: because they're silly and harmless and don't actually care whether I have pants on.
Oh, they should have come to closing night, then.

I'm about three days out from going into overdrive on Feed
Campaaaaaaaaaaigns.
Dude, if you'd warned me, I would have so been there.
"the birds sing outside your bedroom window at five o'clock in the morning like little feathered assholes"

Love it.

Have you ever had an Alarm Clock Crow?
No, but I had a Satanic Mockingbird that liked to pretend it was a car alarm for a long time.
We used to have a starling which imitated the telephone bell. Very realistically. If we were allowed weapons of mass destruction it would so have been in line...
Blue Jays... In chorus.
The hummingbirds mostly chase those away.
CHEESE
CAKE
OR DEATH?
Death cake!
Short stories! Long stories! Cage matches! Glee! And way too many exclamation points. Hm.
*snicker*
I have 25 icons that I missed the deadline for last week. Any chance of the contest coming up again, or shall I post them so you can see them?
The contest probably won't come up for a while, as judging is proving to be Satan's own mistress, so posting them for viewing would be awesome!
Er. I will have to find a way. I apparently actually made 56 icons, and this is a free account grandfathered in, so I cannot post them as 'my' icons. This might take some doing. :eyes files: I have at least 8 more I want to make, so that the images will be done and not sitting on my mental hard drive. I had all the references and quotes prepped first, but I did make all 56 otherwise last night. In 3.5 hours. I might be crazy. Also, avoiding my molecular biology note rewriting.
My powers of note-rewriting avoidance are awe-inspiring.
Religiously answering LJ comments author feels your pain.
I don't want to read about ATP production. I know it's a beautiful process with 127 reactions, and it makes my professor drool as if he had a new Ferrari with a Hooters waitress waving from the front seat, but....
Wow.

I applaud your madness.
I also have delusions of making Eostre cards. But I had delusions of St. Patrick's Day cards, and those are still in my tote bag. The wee bat winged, angel winged, and butterfly winged kitten tryptich has priority over cards.
You're getting a lot of them, and I do apologize, but...I have this thing with visual image projects. The ideas stick in my head till I create them. Growing progressively more stale over two months to two years. Eventually either another project overwrites them or I grow to hate the thought of them. Or first the latter and then the former.
(My muse might be made of Peeps.)
My muse is mostly made of cocktails.
Are muses amenable to converting to mixed drinks, or do you just gotta dance with them as brung you?