Lane Robins (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lanerobins) wrote,@ 2009-04-02 18:08:00 |
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plush dogs, puffy kitties, new world.
So, to appease my dog-greed (I don't have one but I want one) my mother brought me a plush dog from the Melissa & Doug line. The Jack Russell Terrier. It's great. Made me yelp when I first saw it unexpectedly. Very lifelike, except of course for the fact that it doesn't move. But it looks pretty good on a quick, first glance. Especially since she posed it and gave it a collar. My mother is nothing if not thorough in her presentations. Comes of being an artist.
The cats sure think so. They reacted to it exactly as they do to real dogs. Rikki, the sensible cat, approached cautiously, sniffed, dismissed it. Siggy, the dog-lover, went into ecstatic purring, licked its ears, its muzzle, its shoulders, then its eyeball. Tasted glass. Looked betrayed. Stalked off, tail lashing.
The other two? Puffballs. Chibi calmed down after a time, rushed up, bit it on the nose, and when she didn't immediately die, decided it could stay. Merlin's still upstairs. Under the bed. Looking like a porcupine. I'd feel bad for him, but I'm laughing too hard.
Other than that, I have now braved the facebook world. I'm utterly at a loss. But everyone assures me I can't break anything. I'm beginning to think of that as a challenge. I am, after all, the woman who kills lightbulbs, watches, cameras, and most electronics that are foolhardy enough to be touched by me.
Revisions continue. Elizabeth Bear described the stages of revision in the best way I've ever heard. Suicidal, despair, despair, distress, despair. I'd add one floaty stage that struggles up every so often before being beaten down. This weird sort of oh hey, this isn't that bad, I'll be done in no time at all, wait what the heck is that, oh god I need to revise everything I just revised. . . . and then we're back to despair. After all, if you can't occasionally get a glimmer of hope, despair loses its edge.
Things that make it all worthwhile? Getting my hands on the actual copies of Kings and Assassins. I'd been told there was going to be some artistic tweaking. The cover was pretty before. It's gorgeous now.
Happy April to me!
So, to appease my dog-greed (I don't have one but I want one) my mother brought me a plush dog from the Melissa & Doug line. The Jack Russell Terrier. It's great. Made me yelp when I first saw it unexpectedly. Very lifelike, except of course for the fact that it doesn't move. But it looks pretty good on a quick, first glance. Especially since she posed it and gave it a collar. My mother is nothing if not thorough in her presentations. Comes of being an artist.
The cats sure think so. They reacted to it exactly as they do to real dogs. Rikki, the sensible cat, approached cautiously, sniffed, dismissed it. Siggy, the dog-lover, went into ecstatic purring, licked its ears, its muzzle, its shoulders, then its eyeball. Tasted glass. Looked betrayed. Stalked off, tail lashing.
The other two? Puffballs. Chibi calmed down after a time, rushed up, bit it on the nose, and when she didn't immediately die, decided it could stay. Merlin's still upstairs. Under the bed. Looking like a porcupine. I'd feel bad for him, but I'm laughing too hard.
Other than that, I have now braved the facebook world. I'm utterly at a loss. But everyone assures me I can't break anything. I'm beginning to think of that as a challenge. I am, after all, the woman who kills lightbulbs, watches, cameras, and most electronics that are foolhardy enough to be touched by me.
Revisions continue. Elizabeth Bear described the stages of revision in the best way I've ever heard. Suicidal, despair, despair, distress, despair. I'd add one floaty stage that struggles up every so often before being beaten down. This weird sort of oh hey, this isn't that bad, I'll be done in no time at all, wait what the heck is that, oh god I need to revise everything I just revised. . . . and then we're back to despair. After all, if you can't occasionally get a glimmer of hope, despair loses its edge.
Things that make it all worthwhile? Getting my hands on the actual copies of Kings and Assassins. I'd been told there was going to be some artistic tweaking. The cover was pretty before. It's gorgeous now.
Happy April to me!
