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Wednesday, March 17th, 2010 07:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanniAs reported elsewhere, the Epic Proofreading Job is done, for better or worse or possibly both, and the marked-up pages are supposed to be delivered to A Certain Editorial Office in North Carolina tomorrow, Thursday, morning.
My brain has that sticky, woke-up-exhausted-and-firing-on-random-infelicitous-cylinders feeling that usually accompanies typing THE END after the final paragraph of a novel. That needs to get done with, quickly, because, now that we're done goofing off -- there's a book to be written!
...guess I'd better print out what's there and read it, so I don't go haring off with the wrong story at top level.
This evening, in deference to the state of the brain, I Committed bookkeeping, which means that I can see the top of the dining room table again. This is a Good Thing.
I am at the day-job informed of the joyous hiring of my fifth report-to-directly boss. I'm assured by the chair of the search committee that this additional boss won't be any trouble at all. One suspects an unspoken end-clause.
Master and Commander goes back to the library tomorrow. As much as I hate to disappoint the legions who assured me that I would adore Patrick O'Brien -- I don't. I find his prose wooden and his characters annoying beyond the telling of it. Couldn't even make it to 50 pages. Ah, well.
This just in: The Hexapuma Relief Fund edition of the Cat's Job is being proofed at the printers as I type. It may be ordered by those interested off this link, with the understanding that there may be some delay in mailing.
The poll for voting on the Best Lee and Miller Liaden Universe® story, long form is still open. Go on over and make your preference known!
Wow, am I beat.
See y'all tomorrow.
edited to fix the spelling of Hex's name
My brain has that sticky, woke-up-exhausted-and-firing-on-random-infelicitous-cylinders feeling that usually accompanies typing THE END after the final paragraph of a novel. That needs to get done with, quickly, because, now that we're done goofing off -- there's a book to be written!
...guess I'd better print out what's there and read it, so I don't go haring off with the wrong story at top level.
This evening, in deference to the state of the brain, I Committed bookkeeping, which means that I can see the top of the dining room table again. This is a Good Thing.
I am at the day-job informed of the joyous hiring of my fifth report-to-directly boss. I'm assured by the chair of the search committee that this additional boss won't be any trouble at all. One suspects an unspoken end-clause.
Master and Commander goes back to the library tomorrow. As much as I hate to disappoint the legions who assured me that I would adore Patrick O'Brien -- I don't. I find his prose wooden and his characters annoying beyond the telling of it. Couldn't even make it to 50 pages. Ah, well.
This just in: The Hexapuma Relief Fund edition of the Cat's Job is being proofed at the printers as I type. It may be ordered by those interested off this link, with the understanding that there may be some delay in mailing.
The poll for voting on the Best Lee and Miller Liaden Universe® story, long form is still open. Go on over and make your preference known!
Wow, am I beat.
See y'all tomorrow.
edited to fix the spelling of Hex's name
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Re: Master & Commander
Date: 2010-03-21 04:18 am (UTC)And it did get significantly better; M&C was the weakest of the books until the very end of the series, in my opinion.
But it's certainly true that neither Jack nor Steven is very loveable. They both have sterling qualities, and both are admirable (in different ways), but they are also both badly flawed (also in different ways). The way their strengths and weaknesses complement each other (with a couple of glaring exceptions) is part of the fascination of the books, at least for me. And neither is anything approaching an antihero, thank God.
But, if you didn't make it 50 pages, that's pretty conclusive. Not Your Thing; move on.
(Addendum: as one dissenting datum, I tried later to read the Hornblower books, and bounced hard. I may try again some day, but not any time soon.)