Sunday evening
Jan. 7th, 2007 07:39 pmI can't read Rupert Everett's autobio while I'm working on Endgame. He has A Style and I'm an awful mimic and it's kind of like the time I watched All About Eve, then afterwards wrote about three pages of dialogue, all of which I wound up pitching. Because I pick up the beat and the language and Rupe on the Loose in Paris is not the flavor for which we are looking. Not now. Maybe later.
Still revising. In a way, I hope these next few weeks last forever, but in another way, the end can't come soon enough. I like this book, but I want it done. It's dragged on like the raising of the Titanic, and it's time to move on. To what, I have no clue. But on, in any case.
Still revising. In a way, I hope these next few weeks last forever, but in another way, the end can't come soon enough. I like this book, but I want it done. It's dragged on like the raising of the Titanic, and it's time to move on. To what, I have no clue. But on, in any case.
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Date: 2007-01-08 01:54 am (UTC)Maaaagpiiiiiie Queeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnnnn
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