imogen howson

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    Imogen Howson
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    Sunday, November 29, 2009

    Getting there...

    Day 29 of NaNoWriMo, I'm on 47,066 words, and oh my goodness I'm not getting on with that last 3,000!

    Which I have to, cos I'm damned if I'm getting to 47k and not 50k.

    Current issues: pseudo science just asking to be torn to shreds by real scientists; characters who keep feeling cold, characters who are constantly either turning, looking at each other, or turning to look at each other; too many planets requiring names made up on the fly, which means I've probably plagiarised them from somewhere else; and (argh!) no title.

    Also, at nearly 50k, and having planned for this to be about 60k, it looks as if it's going to be 100k. Which may be why right now I'm feeling tired and daunted.

    Also, because it's YA, my choice of swear words is kind of limited. I've happily used hell and damn and freaking, but space pirates attacking seems to demand something a little stronger. And I loathe beyond all reason the SF/F tradition of making up pseudo swear words. Anne McCaffery's "shards and shells" always made me cringe. So at the moment I've got the words I think a beleaguered space captain faced with space pirates for the third time in a week would say, but I may have to excise some of them later.

    Um, and that's all. I'm totally procrastinating here. I need someone to do something very nice for me tomorrow evening when I've got my purple bar.


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    Thursday, November 19, 2009

    Step away from the adjectives

    I'm not normally a big fan of the "you must never" school of writing. I use as many adverbs, adjectives and passive-voice phrases as I need to, and so far no editor, reviewer or reader has wanted me to take them out.

    There are times, though, when I read something that clearly does need a little refresher course in "less is more". My usual favourite is the adjective "erotic" used in, well, erotic scenes. Seriously, if you've got the hero doing something to the heroine and you need to state that it's erotic you're doing something wrong!

    Too many adjectives can weaken a piece of writing. It's a kind of wood-for-the-trees issue. Shove enough extra words in there and all I'll get is an impression of an unspecified something that's curvy, shimmery, smooth, scented and lush.

    And then there's the "empty" adjectives, the ones that tell rather than show. Beautiful, breathtaking, stunning, stylish, luxury...

    Like this catalogue description for a ceramic scent-diffuser:

    "A stylish vase containing premium essential oil to gently diffuse a beautiful scent through the fabric of the stem of this beautiful ceramic flower and into their festive home."

    I first noticed the repetition of "beautiful" (which led me to consider the ceramic flower and decide, really, not so much), but then I noticed all the other adjectives and adverbs. Too many? Yes. Obscuring the meaning of the sentence? Yes. Empty? Oh yes.


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    Friday, November 13, 2009

    Let's laugh at Abstract

    While I was in America, Abstract took a week off work to be around for the girls and to decorate our bedroom. He made the bedroom into a thing of beauty - it looks like an upmarket modern hotel room, with chunky wood and brushed steel shelves, rectangular lamps and a wooden chest to hide the ironing in, all in shades of chocolate brown and cream and yellow. He also bought a new mattress protector, new cream bed linen, and a big fat down duvet (which our ill cat subsequently wee-ed on and which had to be cleaned at a cost of £42, but I'm over that now. Really.). The duvet is so cosy and squishy and soft that we've taken to calling it the marshmallow.

    Last night, half-past ten:

    Abstract: I think I'm going to go to bed soon.
    Me: *some sort of appropriate response - or possibly not, cos I was busy getting to word count on Telepathic Twins*

    Ten minutes later:

    Abstract (getting up from sofa): I'm going to go and get into the doughnut now.
    Me: You're going to do what?
    Abstract: That's the wrong word.
    Me: Do you mean the marshmallow?
    Abstract: Yes! Yes, that's what I meant!
    Me: I'm blogging about this.


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    Thursday, November 12, 2009

    Multi-productivity!

    I may be too busy to talk to my husband or go to bed on time, but today I did manage to make spicy pumpkin soup and cookies. See! Proof!

    Cookies, right to left: white chocolate chip, oat and glace cherry, plain oat. Go me.

    Neglected husband and takeaway pizza boxes not pictured.







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    In which NaNoWriMo takes over my world

    Yesterday evening, approx half-past six, as husband comes in from work.

    Me: I'm a lazy bad wife. I've ordered pizza for dinner.
    Him: Did you put a beer in the fridge?
    Me: No.
    Him: Hm, then you are a lazy bad wife.

    I then sat up past midnight in bed, mostly ignoring him and getting to word count on the laptop. 18,275 words, thank you very much. But oh my goodness, the bags under my eyes...


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    Tuesday, November 03, 2009

    Last week, this week

    After a fairly dreadful week (cat with incurable disease, currently not life-threatening but which makes him unable/unwilling to go outside hence necessitating much laundry, bleaching floors and finding of old litter tray; breakdown of both fridge and washing-machine (despite necessity of much laundry); remnants of continuing jetlag; edge of recurring depression), this week is looking better.

    After a few weeks planning Telepathic Twins in Space using the Snowflake Method, I've started NaNoWriMo. So far, with a whole two days under my belt, it's going well. I'm hoping to end up with 50,000 real, useable words (unlike last time - ha), then to spend December finishing up, editing and polishing ready to start submitting in January.

    Wish me luck! For any or all of the above. NaNo is important, obviously, but I have to say I'd like a working washing-machine soon. You don't need to worry about the fridge, though, cos we bought a new one. It's astonishingly clean - I'd forgotten that's how they could look.


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    Scented Danger
    a Red Riding Hood Anthology story
    from Drollerie Press

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    coming soon 

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    Within the Darkness

      currently   homeless  

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    Blood of the Volcano
    Shadow-Weaver
    A Cloak of Feathers
    Linked