Yesterday...

[rolanni]

...fairly fraught. No. Unfairly fraught. The May bills were paid, and all that pesky money no longer obscures the pristine purity of the house checkbook. That's balance, I guess.

Spent some therapy time with the roses, cutting out dead stuff, raking, speaking Growing Words to the Lost Rose, which is trying one!more!time! to come in, brave heart.

Managed a page on The Nameless Story. Things are getting Deeply Weird. Do I want to know what space this story is coming from? Maybe not.

In the your-backbrain-is-your-friend department: Steve and I shared a late dinner and a glass of wine, and in the middle of talking about quite mundane things, I said, "Oh. Damn. That room has to be tile, not rock." And without missing a beat, Steve said, "Right. Then, it won't be able to use the irregularities in the rock."

I love living with another writer.

Comments

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

remember when it took six months to get a delivery payment, and contracts could languish for even longer than that?

Actually, I don't. We were a flash-in-the-pan in 1988 and '89, and excepting the on-delivery for the third book, got paid with blinding speed. Then we had 10 years of No Sales and just rejoined the party in '99. So there's a big hole in my personal experience of the biz.

[dancinghorse.livejournal.com]

In the mid to late 90s, payments were unbelievably delayed. Six months to get a delivery payment, contracts took absolutely forever, you just naturally expected that publisher money would not come. Then when it did, you threw a party.

Lately it's been coming unnaturally fast if you lived through those times. I've been waiting for the other shoe to drop. Apparently it has.