urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:seanan_mcguire The Journal of Seanan McGuire Seanan McGuire 2009-04-01T02:23:27Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:seanan_mcguire:97922 2009-04-01T02:23:27Z 2009-04-01T02:23:27Z Janis Ian, 'Play Like A Girl.' Me: I believe I shall revise this chapter.<br />LE: I believe I shall kick your ass.<br />Me: I'm the author, I get to win.<br />LE: *chuckles evilly*<br /><br />(Eighty pages and a lot of profane language later, there's blood on the ceiling, and slaughtered adjectives litter the carpet like, um, thingy.)<br /><br />Me: I HATE YOU SO HARD.<br />LE: I'm better now.<br />Me: ...what?<br />LE: I'm a better book now.<br />Me: ...why the hell couldn't you cooperate if this was the end result?<br />LE: Because it's more fun this way.<br /><br />(Cue more insensate swearing. Fade to black.)<br /><br />In other news, work on the fourth Toby book continues apace -- yes, I'm aware that the first book doesn't come out until September; remember, my life goals include "turn in the second trilogy by the end of 2010," because that's just the way I roll -- and is only causing me small amounts of severe physical, mental, and emotional trauma. I'm busting ass now, while I can, before the promo for <i>Rosemary and Rue</i> kicks into such high gear that I don't have brain anymore.<br /><br /><i>Late Eclipses</i> has lost three words from its title, four thousand words from its text, and two chapters from its numbering system, and it's better for these subtractions. It is gradually becoming a lean, mean, causing-me-pain machine.<br /><br />Now, television, tuna sandwiches, art card inking, and the eventual sleep of the just. Good night, y'all. Don't burn down the internet.