Crawling out of post-book depression

By Holly Lisle

I don’t know why it happens. I just know that it does. But today, after a week of living in a friggin’ gloomy fog, I’m ready to get back to work for real. I think. I hope.

I’m trying to decide if post-book depression is just another name for being lazy after a hard run.

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Oh, and I ran today

By Holly Lisle

Bit over a mile, twenty minutes of running, ten minutes of warm-up and cool-down. Nothing to set the world on fire, but between that and the Thigh Master while I write, I’ve actually done some good things for myself.

Now I just need an ending.

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And 2001 in summary

By Holly Lisle

Can I say, “Thank God it’s over, and don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” to this year? It has been brutal from start to finish, with personal losses, financial struggle, The Book That Would Not Die (having tossed about 300 pages of manuscript the first time and about 280 pages the second time, I’m now about 320 pages into Version 3.0, having started from scratch yet again), and national horror on a previously unimaginable scope and scale. Especially that last — nothing in my life, not even the earthquake I was in as a kid in Guatemala, has affected me like that.

No book that came out this year, either, for the first time since 1992 (though that is just one of those weird scheduling quirks, since two are coming out early in 2002.)

And yet this year has had some bright spots. The community passed its first birthday, and has developed a personality and character that makes it a great place to spend time. It has become what I hoped it would eventually become — only I figured it would take several years to get there. Good people, good conversation, and a lot of writers writing.

Becky graduated high school and turned eighteen, in that order. My older son, at the age of fifteen, wrote two 60,000 novels in two months. My younger son stopped being a baby and became a little guy. Matt and I had some fun. The people I love are alive and healthy and a year older. I’ve learned a few things.

Here’s to 2002. I’m glad you’re finally almost here — consider yourself the most welcome new year in my life.

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Sudden horrified realization

By Holly Lisle

Twenty years ago today, at about this time (4:00 p.m.) I got married for the first time. Save for the fact that I got two great kids out of the deal, it was one of the more painful, miserable, dismal, stupid mistakes I ever made. Thank God for the kids. But twenty years! How the hell does time do that? (written 4:02 p.m.)

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Revisiting hell

By Holly Lisle

Something I wrote on September 17th; I went in and dug it out today, and ended up reading it several times. We aren’t through the darkness yet, so I’m reposting it here as a reminder.

Promise to the Fallen

Darkness devours the sun; the sky throws down
A rain of stones, a snow of ash and pain.
Two mountains fall that were a city’s crown;
And fire devours the star of empire’s reign.
Heroes leap in — this is a hero’s place —
Bring light to darkness, free the trapped and lost,
Move on with name unknown and unseen face,
And in a moment’s horror pay the cost.
In smoke and fires of hell the brave maintain
The search, the fight, the war for others’ sons
And their own lost, caught in this new-born plain;
Scarred earth ungraciously gives back those it has won.

We hold you in our hearts, we will not let
Your faces fade; and we will not forget.

Holly Lisle
September 17, 2001

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And then even more, ever more, impossibly … more

By Holly Lisle

Holy Shit. Time to get back to work.

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Oh, gawd … but wait, there’s more

By Holly Lisle

[If I were an online test, I would be The James Bond Villain Personality Test]

I’m The James Bond Villain Personality Test!

I live in a fictional world of spies and blonde women with ridiculous names, and I like to give people plenty of options. Although whether they’re villainous is not optional.

Click here to find out which test you are!

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If I were a James Bond villain, I would be Francisco Scaramanga.

I enjoy good food, monopolising the world’s energy supplies, and sex before assassinating people.

I am played by Christopher Lee in The Man with the Golden Gun.

Who would you be? James Bond Villain Personality Test

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Don’t Ask

By Holly Lisle



Take the What Fruit Are You? test by Ellen!

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Okay, this sounds really stupid, but …

By Holly Lisle

I’ve come up with the perfect writer’s exercise. The Thigh-Master, or any of its even-cheaper clones, is just it.

Writing is a brutally sedentary activity. But you do it sitting down — and you use the Thigh-Master sitting down. And you can sit, and write, and exercise all at the same time, and do at least something to fight off the total decline of your body even as you’re working. It’s great.

And you can feel morally superior for doing two great things at the same time. ::smug, smug, smug::

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A wonderful quote

By Holly Lisle

“English doesn’t borrow from other languages – English follows other languages down dark alleys, knocks them over and goes through their pockets for loose grammar.” — Anonymous

Which is why I love writing in English. The collection of available words is even called a word-hoard, as if acknowledging the shady origins of most of the words we use. Latin, German, Saxon, Norman, French, Italian, Spanish, various Indian languages, various African languages — we’ve plundered and pillaged them all.

And as a result, we can express sentiments both high and low, run rampant with poetry and profanity, and express ideas that more chaste languages cannot even conceive.

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