This morning I had brunch with friends - including a wonderful lady who I don't get to see very often since she lives in Toronto now - and then came home for some editing time. Visiting friends is by far more fun than re-reading your own work and realizing that you have an addiction to commas, your characters nod more than bobbleheads, and that no matter what you do, you're likely always going to feel like you're "done."
Happily my husband has been good at banishing me from the room and I sat upstairs today and revisited LIGHT printout for hours with my pencil. All in all, I'd rather visit friends, but it's going well.
"Trunk," by Trebor Healey
I've been revisiting Fool for Love ever since I found out it was released in audio. The next tale, by Trebor Healey (who, although you may feel intensely intimidated because it's Trebor Freaking Healey, is quite nice when you pluck up your courage and say hello) struck me thus the first time I read it:
When I was at Saints and Sinners last year, timothyjlambert and beckycochrane mentioned that Trebor Healey was going to be in the anthology. Now, Trebor Healey was there, but I never managed to talk to him (way too star-struck), but I heard the story of how the story was inspired, even if I hadn't read the story yet. "Trunk" is an almost manic tale, that left me - as always - stunned at his word-play, and amused (and not a little bit scared) at the religious characters in the tale.
As an audio, the performer/reader really brings the character voices to bright relief, and the story has more of the manic sense I mentioned. Revisiting "Trunk" (here in Ottawa, via Houston and New Orleans) was a fun ride. And I wasn't stuffed in the back of a car.