geekyPro tip: I work better with word counts and benchmarks. I know this now.
Friday I wound up staying home from my day job, thanks to an inability to breathe that was only resolved when I had another of my amazing fire hose nosebleeds, or, as I like to call them, "blood vacations." (It's not high blood pressure, it's a weakness in one of the blood vessels that runs through my sinuses. My doctor and I have discussed it. So please, no medical advice.) And once I mopped up the blood and got some clean clothes on, I got to work, and quietly, without any real fanfare, passed 500 draft one pages.
It's not a perfect book, by any means; for one thing, it's missing about 8,000 words still, and for another, it hasn't had any editorial, which means that all the Mira Grant "tics"—repetition, over-explanation, Joss-y dialog—are in full display, with no mitigation. But I can see the shape of what will be a good book, once we finish kicking the crap out of it, and that's very reassuring to me.
It will be awesome.
June 11 2012, 22:21:41 UTC 5 years ago Edited: June 11 2012, 22:22:14 UTC
My partner is constantly getting nosebleeds, shaving nicks, little cuts, spots where he scratched his skin open. It used to really upset me because I wasn't used to it.
Him: "The blood's been working hard. It deserves a vacation."
Me: "BLOOD DOES NOT GET A VACATION"
"The blood does not get a vacation" has become the well-worn mild shorthand for "Please be careful with your skin because I like you in one piece." Now occasionally some of the blood retires to Aruba instead.
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