The Two Hundred and Seventy-Third Post: The One Where I Now Have an Incentive To Learn a Foreign Language…

I’m just going to put this here:


It’s a start!

That’s right – that’s two countries that have my book (here is the link for the paperback) and I honestly know no one in Germany. I just hope that this means that they didn’t get it by accident thinking they were getting:

  1. A stirring look into the human psyche.
  2. A book written in German.

Anyone know how easy it is to learn German? Anyone? I had a year of French in high school (really wanted to learn Japanese, but got screwed out of that one). Maybe I should grab some books and try to bully through it on my own. I’m also thinking about learning Russian as well to really go all out. Anyways, it’s nice to see that some people are taking a chance with me, so I can only hope that this is a harbinger of better things.

I am moving slow today, so I don’t know if it is getting to the coffee later in the day (it’s noon here) or just that the temperature is 8 degrees F. 8! Eight! Gahh! As much as I love winter, but now I am getting the suspicion that this relationship is turning into an Ike/Tina thing. Brrr. While I am buoyed by my success and I am ready to get back to Tyro’s novel, I just feel the cold sapping my resolve ever so slightly. Actually – there is no slightly. I had to get a tow truck just to pull me out of bed. I’m telling you, I can see why Stephen King has a winter home in Florida – because he can afford it. I’ll get there, I just need to scrape the frost off my nose, warm up the grindstone and get busy…right after this cup of coffee and checking my e-mail… and checking Afterword obsessively for the fifteenth time in the past hour.

I was worried about the ‘panic/breather, panic/breather’ cycle in Tyro’s novel, now – not so much. In looking at it as objectively as I can – every time they start running, they are being forced to move from a position of comforting into uncomforting. Sure, the first time was the flight from the Master, but it was a known variable. As long as there is a good reason for the flight (even if it’s unjustifiable paranoia on her part) and there is some sort of consequence (even if it’s a complaining hunda). I know it’s me being picky, but I don’t want the specter of Contractual Immortality to loom large in this book. I don’t want the reader to think: of course she’s going to live; she’s the main character… I want the reader to think: of course she’s going to live; she’s the main character…right? Right?

This weekend, I am going to push to finish the outline for Cat, Rabbit and Clover and hopefully get back to I/O Error and get that done next month. Since there is no football games of any consequence one for a couple of weeks, I might be able to be more productive for a couple of days. We’ll see.

Well, I should get to things, seeing it’s rather late in the day. Thanks for reading, please feel free to leave a comment or check out the stuff to the right. Have a good day.

 

Sincerely,
Seething Apathy

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