My faith in the Canadian music scene has been restored. (Okay, I never really lost it... rejuvenated, that's the word.)
Rewrote "Frozen" today. Major restructuring. Which means I'm going to have to rewrite it again tomorrow to smooth out all the wrinkles. And then another edit. And then another posting. And then wait for everyone to tell me they liked the first version better. Heh.
I think it's better now, but I'm too close to it to judge. It's like trying to evaluate my breath. It's just... there.
So this is what happens when I get to rewrite number 5. *brain melts*
Have been getting positive responses to "Seven Years", for the most part, other than those who think it should be a full short story. (It will be! Later! All will be explained! I think I've used up my exclamation quota.) As soon as "Frozen" is 'done' (ha ha), I will spiff it up and send it off. Somewhere. And then to "Hack". I'm glad I put that up for comments before I'd put as much into it as I did "Frozen". Now I can work the restructuring into the other edits and it won't end up being so much altogether. Must remember this strategy for future use.
Sort of unrelated note: read all of The Hanged Man yesterday. Spent at least the first paragraph going, ooh, pretty images, this is how I've been trying to write. 'Cept Block does it a heck of a lot better than I do. I almost feel like I've been trying to copy her style, but this is the first time I've read anything by her, so unless I've been unconsciously psychically attuned to her work, that seems unlikely.
"Then he says hello and his voice is the best thing--it cracks like ice when you pour the liquor over."
*trots off to bed so she can be fresh enough to turn "Frozen" into something maybe someone somewhere will swoon over*
...perchance to dream.