Some Sort of Victory
I know I will have to put last week’s posts up at some point. They are written, but I do not think I am ready to publish full details about what happened the Regent Palace Hotel on the 15th just yet.
I sent off the last 50,000 words to Amie today. I know I now have a couple of months of rewrites and legal battles to try and get through, but writing 100,000 words in less than three months given the circumstances, but it feels like some sort of victory. The butchering process the text and I now face may make it seem lot less triumphant over the coming weeks, but right now, having done it and done it to deadline, is something I am proud about. I’ll be even prouder if I can keep some of the libertarian and anti-poverty elements in the book.
As usual, the acknowledgements were the last thing done. It was extremely odd doing them for this time around. No F family, no Morgans. I still love my ‘sisters’ dearly and have a lot of time for BM, but it would have been strange to mention them and not Anne-Marie. The same was true with Dr. F – even though would have probably have enjoyed all the Taiwanese perspectives in the book. Not mentioning Anne-Marie in the acknowledgements or dedication felt as if the hole in my heart was making it into the print. She still gets a mention in the book, but it feels so dislocating to not have her where she has always belonged. Still, it is not as if she will miss it and I’m sure Alex will dedicate his first SF opus to her when it gets published. She deserves all of the book dedications she is bound to get in the future.
If the dedications and acknowledgements get printed as planned, the book is jointly dedicated to Stephen and Mr. Burzotta. Quite what Mr. Burzotta will make of the dedication is open to question. He may not be too happy and I may not be eating at one of my favourite restaurants anymore.
In the inspiration section I am pleased I got to mention of the Raúl Gibb Guerrero as ‘the very spirit of journalistic bravery’. Incongruously, Zef Nano sits alongside the Max Plank Institute of Foreign and International Criminal Law in terms of receiving ‘Professional Thanks’. Amongst other strange bedfellows are the Mala del Brenta, Voždovac and 14K interviewees teamed with mentions for those from Interpol, the Nathanson Centre and the Yard who helped with the research.
J.J. Connolly and Matthew Vaughn get a mention as well, two people who could not have featured in my time with Anne-Marie. Layer Cake is one of those movies AM would have once screamed about. It such a shame there was never a chance to be with her again when she was not so angry and insecure. Alex is a lucky man. Even though I understand why she was the way she was with me, it is an emblematical tragedy that I never got to have a time with her when she and I could have seen Layer Cake at the NFT and stayed for the Q&A with Vaughn and Daniel Craig without any friction.
I sent off the last 50,000 words to Amie today. I know I now have a couple of months of rewrites and legal battles to try and get through, but writing 100,000 words in less than three months given the circumstances, but it feels like some sort of victory. The butchering process the text and I now face may make it seem lot less triumphant over the coming weeks, but right now, having done it and done it to deadline, is something I am proud about. I’ll be even prouder if I can keep some of the libertarian and anti-poverty elements in the book.
As usual, the acknowledgements were the last thing done. It was extremely odd doing them for this time around. No F family, no Morgans. I still love my ‘sisters’ dearly and have a lot of time for BM, but it would have been strange to mention them and not Anne-Marie. The same was true with Dr. F – even though would have probably have enjoyed all the Taiwanese perspectives in the book. Not mentioning Anne-Marie in the acknowledgements or dedication felt as if the hole in my heart was making it into the print. She still gets a mention in the book, but it feels so dislocating to not have her where she has always belonged. Still, it is not as if she will miss it and I’m sure Alex will dedicate his first SF opus to her when it gets published. She deserves all of the book dedications she is bound to get in the future.
If the dedications and acknowledgements get printed as planned, the book is jointly dedicated to Stephen and Mr. Burzotta. Quite what Mr. Burzotta will make of the dedication is open to question. He may not be too happy and I may not be eating at one of my favourite restaurants anymore.
In the inspiration section I am pleased I got to mention of the Raúl Gibb Guerrero as ‘the very spirit of journalistic bravery’. Incongruously, Zef Nano sits alongside the Max Plank Institute of Foreign and International Criminal Law in terms of receiving ‘Professional Thanks’. Amongst other strange bedfellows are the Mala del Brenta, Voždovac and 14K interviewees teamed with mentions for those from Interpol, the Nathanson Centre and the Yard who helped with the research.
J.J. Connolly and Matthew Vaughn get a mention as well, two people who could not have featured in my time with Anne-Marie. Layer Cake is one of those movies AM would have once screamed about. It such a shame there was never a chance to be with her again when she was not so angry and insecure. Alex is a lucky man. Even though I understand why she was the way she was with me, it is an emblematical tragedy that I never got to have a time with her when she and I could have seen Layer Cake at the NFT and stayed for the Q&A with Vaughn and Daniel Craig without any friction.
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