The inauguration of lo-text Monday
It’s not lo-text at all, it’s just I’m not writing very much of it.* But any of you who don’t already follow Patrick Rothfuss, and are even the slightest and slenderest bit interested in The Author’s relationship with his/her world (and if you’re reading this blog, you are), dooooo read this**:
It’s very funny. And it’s all truuuuuuUUUuuuuue.*** I became hysterical over the letter from the librarian. † Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear. Yes. I’ve heard from her a few times myself.†† And I can’t believe he hasn’t had the lists of story-specific suggestions. ††† Maybe he just hasn’t written that blog entry yet.
But then there’s this:
Which proves that it’s all for nothing. ‡‡ We writers are superfluous! Mere spume upon the electro-plasmic wave of the scientific future!
And last but definitely not least:
. . . which for some inexplicable reason leaves out pegasi.
Suggestions invited. ‡‡‡
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* With particular thanks to B-twin and Blackbear for gallant provision of links.
** Oh, and warning: bad language. If bad language distresses you, don’t go here. You’re missing a very good laugh though.^
^ Although because I am a 57-year-old humour-challenged feminist bitch, I wonder just a little why the complainer about the push-button job happens to be a babe.+ Other than that I fell down laughing a whole lot.
+ I have posted these before, haven’t I? Even if I have . . . they’re worth revisiting.
*** Okay, I don’t know about writing trilogies one volume of which is 350,000 words.^ Or about being internationally famous^^. Or going to so many cons that self-appointed interfering micromanager nincompoops take it upon themselves to tell me to stay home.
^ YIKE. I’m busy being aware that one of my problems with PEGASUS is keeping the stuff that happens in volume two enough in mind not . . . I hope . . . to nail myself to the wrong floor in volume one. And PEG I is only a little over one hundred thousand words.
^^ Although the German edition of SUNSHINE arrived today.
† I may not say this often enough. I love librarians. I also love people who work in bookstores and sell books. I love teachers who are excited about books and get their students excited about books too. I love ordinary people who just happen to love books and tell all their friends about the books they love (and maybe give a few copies away as presents). I love all the unsung support staff out there, both professional and amateur, who are part of making books happen. If it weren’t for all these hard-working people I might be leading a sane, placid existence as a demolitions expert.^
^ PEGASUS. Arrrrrgh.
†† Although I notice Patrick seems to think he makes this stuff up. Interesting. Hmmm.
††† Sunshine and Con should have a baby, and it will grow up to have superpowers maintained by the fact that its only food is cinnamon rolls as big as your head. It—oh, all right, she—successfully leads the army of dragons against the zombie army Maur has been amassing in secret, and after Maur has been defeated (again) and after Eleanor Singh’s second term in office they will ride off into the sunset together. Give me a minute, they’re going to invent something. . . .
‡ Although as a 57-year-old humour-challenged feminist bitch, I would reverse ‘a young’ and ‘with the help of the’, which would require just a smidgen of adjustment elsewhere
‡‡ It’s probably too late to retrain as a demolitions expert however.
‡‡‡ Maybe I can use them to fill up next Monday’s post.
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