I think food is another way of measuring how my life is going. (The first, of course, is my writing.) I'm sure the cause is similar, too -- it's something I do when I'm relaxed, or something I do to relax myself. I spent the afternoon writing and the evening cooking, and I am well.
Uh, hi, LiveJournal. Sorry for the long hiatus.
I promised updates:
a) I finished my novel/trilogy!! There would be so many more exclamation points on that if it hadn't happened two months ago. I'm now in the thick of editing and rewriting the first book of the series, so it doesn't FEEL done, exactly... I think this is going to take longer than I'd anticipated, the editing process -- I never really let myself go back and realize just how much had changed, but I have a lot of things to write in or out.
Characters X and Y are no longer in a romantic relationship (and there were times when that was a pretty big part of their identity, which is part of the reason I'm doing it). I now know what the curse on Character Z is actually doing, so his symptoms/reactions to it can be consistent. I know the geography; I KNOW things.
When I was writing Prentice Boys (the first book), it was during National Novel Writing Month (2006, for the curious), and I had no idea what was going on. I made much of a red book that ended up not being anything at all. I threw in some highly overdramatic flourishes. I didn't know how the systems of magic worked. I didn't know the master magician's extensive and critical-to-the-overall-plot backstory. I hadn't made MAPS. How can I not have made MAPS??? I didn't know who the Big Boss was, just the Level Boss, pardon the dubious gaming parlance.
I haven't lost my excitement about this series, but it's so hard to find time now that I feel like what I'm doing actually MATTERS... Which is to say, I can't just tell myself, "It doesn't matter how shitty this is, you can always edit it later."
b) I celebrated my two-year anniversary with Matthew (The Gentleman, TM). This was now almost a month ago. We're moving in together this coming spring, and I'm damn excited for that. ...Honestly, I think that says it all. I don't need to wax poetical when the reality is stark enough to speak for itself.
That doesn't usually stop me from waxing poetical, actually. Here, have some poetical:( some poeticalCollapse )