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  <title>Rose-Owls and Pumpkin Girls</title>
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    <title>seanan_mcguire @ 2012-06-11T10:32:00</title>
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    <lj:music>Glee, "Red Solo Cup."</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Parasite&lt;/i&gt; is the first book I've written largely in secret.  Not because I was ashamed of it, but because first it wasn't sold, so I couldn't say anything about it.  Then it was sold but unannounced, so I couldn't say anything about it.  Then, when it was finally announced, I was so far into the writing process that I couldn't force myself into the normal flow of word counts and benchmarks and all the other things I use for motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro tip: I work better with word counts and benchmarks.  I know this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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"&amp;mdash;repetition, over-explanation, Joss-y dialog&amp;mdash;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be awesome.</content>
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