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This is where Belle taught Sebastian to put on mascara.

The first segment of the media packet has been sent to Dan for thoughts. I inquired about the length, the point of view in the postcard-like first paragraph, and if there was enough information in the second paragraph. A surprising amount of work went into it, but I suspect once I have a better idea about whether my ideas are what they're actually looking for, I can adjust and correct my conception to fit the company view.

I'm tempted to scrap the initial draft of the opening to the new short story and start over from scratch. I like the first paragraph, after a bit of tweaking, but I need to restart to see if I can get the voice to flow correctly. I have a better idea of what Tedford looks like and acts like, so I think we're one step closer. His mother is pretty much a bag of cement in my head. June is a bit of a cypher, but she's mostly built out of Tedford's reactions to her - at least at first - so I think once I get Tedford's voice, she'll come out of it and be a little more filled in.

Tomorrow I'm going desk shopping. And possibly clothes shopping, because the unfortunate truth of the matter is that I don't have enough long-sleeved T-shirts and sweaters to languish in during the winter months. I'm inclined to buy a new hoodie and there's also the issue of getting a haircut; I wore my toque today while Christian and I bopped off to Hillside Mall to drop off a phone bill payment and get groceries, and afterward I had the most ridiculous hat hair I've ever seen. It must be cut off! Don't think I'm going for quite the Neo-Fascist look this time, more interested in an "Ewan McGregor in Trainspotting" sketchy artist look for the next little while.

New issue of Planetary out on Wednesday! Wicked. I've been waiting for a while for Warren Ellis to produce one.

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