Whew!
Right. Show's over. And all these spirits that were having a whale of a time on my blog are, as the man said, melted into air, into thin air... etc. Yes, I have wrestled back control of this blog from my pernicious Id and sleekit wee nyaff of a Self, sanity is restored, and all is well with the world. And now, having just finished off my submission for the GLORIFYING TERRORISM anthology (fingers crossed) and fired it off across the interweb (on this somewhat appropriate cut-off date too), I can actually relax and -- ah, fuck, now I have the rewrites for INK to be getting on with. And flights to book. And fuck knows what else.
Right then. Where's me fuckin tobacco?
Right then. Where's me fuckin tobacco?
posted by Hal Duncan | 5:59 pm
5 Comments:
You do re-writes? Man, that sucks! Btw, this Wagner guy has trashed Vellum over at http://www.sfreviews.net/vellum.html but I still love ya, and I loved the book. Only took me six months to read Vellum!
I stuck my two-pence worth over at Matt Cheney's blog: I picked up Vellum back in August 2005 and read fifty pages. I put it down again, confused. Not unusual for me: confusion. Still, I picked it up again a month ago and read it from front to back. It's crazy, beautiful, frustrating, manic, sad, stupid, and structurally broken. So what?
Hal Duncan is a welcome voice, a lunatic fringe exponent that bucks at the core of SF mainstream. For all of the diverse reviews, (a healthy outcome) one thing is certain: Hal Duncan's voice and individual personality is stamped hard on the pages of this book. It's a triumph of imagination!
It's a shame Mr Minz didn't stick to Hal's original lack of speech marks vision. Would the lack of speech marks seriously dent sales? Are American readers really that simple-minded? I think not.
Anyways, good luck with those re-writes...
Hey, Sean! Cool! Glad ye liked it. And, yeah, I saw that drubbing. Heh. Guess he didn't like it.
As for the rewrites... man, I'd much rather be doing rewrites than replying to Amazon reviews which say "this needs edited" with grandiose proclamations that "I'm too Important a writer to be edited!", ya know. Always good to have someone point what ye kinda sorta knew needed fixed but had blacked from yer conscioious mind. That's the way I am, anyway. I'm enjoying the rewrites I'm doing just now.
Anyhoo, cheers for the tuppence-worth. :)
Hi, Joe! Well... sanity is a relative term. They're always bubbling away under the surface, those archetypes (or archetykes is probably a better word for Jack and Puck), sneaking into my words without me noticing. It's kind of an open prison, my unconscious.
As for the rewrites... man, I'd much rather be doing rewrites than replying to Amazon reviews which say "this needs edited" with grandiose proclamations that "I'm too Important a writer to be edited!", ya know. Always good to have someone point what ye kinda sorta knew needed fixed but had blacked from yer conscioious mind. That's the way I am, anyway. I'm enjoying the rewrites I'm doing just now.
Shit - folk just don't get my warped sense of humour. And man, that's kinda mean, Hal, we all know Amazon reviewers are the dog's bollocks, right?
Yeah, that editor/rewrite thing is kicking off this end, too, as I'm about to set to on re-writes of JAARFINDOR REMADE. Yep, finally took the hint from Infinity Plus and Gabe Chouinard and Jay Tomio and Shaun Green and got an editor on the case. A real one who knows his stuff.
Anyway, looking forward to INK when it's all done.
PS - you're so very right about re-writes, as long as it doesn't kill the spirit and makes the prose end up reading like Terry Brooks, right?
And man, that's kinda mean, Hal, we all know Amazon reviewers are the dog's bollocks, right?
You did read the Anne Rice "You don't understand the genius that is me" screed, yeah? Shit, Amazon Reviews can be the dog's bollocks or just plain bollocks, but if I ever respond to them like that, I'm gonna need me a good knee-capping.
Oh dear. Yep, looks like I am a Bad Bad Man when it comes to vampire goth softcore gay porn for girls who wanna see blokes in frilly shirts pouting at each other without ever actually properly getting it on.
A Bad Bad Man. ;)
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