Saturday, January 07
The bag is (mostly) packed, the plants have been delivered into loving parental care, the novel has been ported to travel format, the dishes aren't done but it's too late to worry about it now.
From now until 22 January, I'll be knocking around between here, New Jersey, and Canada. If I didn't answer your post, comment, or email, it's not that I don't love you, it's that you got lost in the shuffle, along with whatever significant bits I'll realize too late that I forgot to pack.
(Shit! PASSPORT! *fetches passport*)
Y'all take care.
Writing Progress:
Today's Progress: 800-odd.
Comments: Tomorrow, I ride the train. With a laptop and no Internet access. I predict unprecidented productivity.
Snips: Can't be buggered digging through and finding good stuff, must pack scarves.
From now until 22 January, I'll be knocking around between here, New Jersey, and Canada. If I didn't answer your post, comment, or email, it's not that I don't love you, it's that you got lost in the shuffle, along with whatever significant bits I'll realize too late that I forgot to pack.
(Shit! PASSPORT! *fetches passport*)
Y'all take care.
Writing Progress:
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28,698 / 50,000 (57.4%) |
Today's Progress: 800-odd.
Comments: Tomorrow, I ride the train. With a laptop and no Internet access. I predict unprecidented productivity.
Snips: Can't be buggered digging through and finding good stuff, must pack scarves.
Thursday, January 05
Nicked from tambo and Jennifer Crusie, it's the "What Does Your Writing Space Look Like?" meme, aka "Meme for Geeks with Digital Cameras."
The ergonomic keyboard is for my bad wrists. The giant monitor is for my bad eyes. The chair is a piece of crap that will eventually be replaced with something that's good for my bad back.
I think God is telling me that I wasn't cut out to be a writer, or at least not to sit in front of a computer all day.
The funny-looking diagram on the wall in the upper left corner is the 2D starmap of the Harmony universe. Yup, geek.
The noticeable dip in the desk is because the giant monitor is FUCKING heavy, as Dan, who has helped me move it twice now, will be happy to tell you. At length. With hand gestures.
The clutter is my necessary work environment, without which I feel helpless and vaguely unnerved.
Actual content will be posted one of these days.
Writing Progress:
Today's Progress: 887 words today, 400 or so yesterday.
Comments: I am getting not nearly as much writing done as I should, due to Stuff getting in the way. Damn you, Stuff! Nevertheless, this is the first half of Timmain's story done, up to the first bit where I thought, "you know, I could break this into two books about there," which means I'm rather over on my wordcount. Sigh.
Snips: "What's in the packs?" Timmain said.
"Food," Devalen said pleasantly. "It's in short supply over there in the Red. But no doubt with all your careful planning you've already thought of that."
Timmain busied himself with getting the Other into the boat.
The ergonomic keyboard is for my bad wrists. The giant monitor is for my bad eyes. The chair is a piece of crap that will eventually be replaced with something that's good for my bad back.
I think God is telling me that I wasn't cut out to be a writer, or at least not to sit in front of a computer all day.
The funny-looking diagram on the wall in the upper left corner is the 2D starmap of the Harmony universe. Yup, geek.
The noticeable dip in the desk is because the giant monitor is FUCKING heavy, as Dan, who has helped me move it twice now, will be happy to tell you. At length. With hand gestures.
The clutter is my necessary work environment, without which I feel helpless and vaguely unnerved.
Actual content will be posted one of these days.
Writing Progress:
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26,936 / 50,000 (53.9%) |
Today's Progress: 887 words today, 400 or so yesterday.
Comments: I am getting not nearly as much writing done as I should, due to Stuff getting in the way. Damn you, Stuff! Nevertheless, this is the first half of Timmain's story done, up to the first bit where I thought, "you know, I could break this into two books about there," which means I'm rather over on my wordcount. Sigh.
Snips: "What's in the packs?" Timmain said.
"Food," Devalen said pleasantly. "It's in short supply over there in the Red. But no doubt with all your careful planning you've already thought of that."
Timmain busied himself with getting the Other into the boat.
Monday, January 02
I love it when they put the newbie cows out by the road. There's nothing better than watching a whole herd of beef cattle running away with their tails stuck straight up in the air going "AIEEE! The scary loud MONSTER ON WHEELS is coming for me!"
I mean, soon enough they'll have learned that the Wheel Monster never leaves its Magic Black Snake, and soon after that they'll be trampling the fence and standing athwart the yellow line going, "Uh-huh. Blow your silly horn if you want; my fat ass still outweighs that glorified shoebox you drive." But it's nice while it lasts.
Writing Progress:
Today's Progress: 614 words, because I was too lazy to drag my ass out of bed on time.
Comments: ... but they were pretty good words for all that.
Snips: It was so tall, as tall as a full-grown ulog standing upright or taller, towering half again Timmain's height over his head; he nearly choked on his fear at the closeness of it. Its smell was strange and rank, dust-dry in his mouth. He had to fight to keep himself from running, from screaming, as it bent its bulging eyes closer to him, turning its head this way and that. One arm unfolded and reached towards him, and Tyse, still in the shadows, made a moaning noise; but the Other only touched him lightly on his shoulder and withdrew, straightening, swaying slightly as it did. Timmain gathered his courage in both hands and reached out to it.
I mean, soon enough they'll have learned that the Wheel Monster never leaves its Magic Black Snake, and soon after that they'll be trampling the fence and standing athwart the yellow line going, "Uh-huh. Blow your silly horn if you want; my fat ass still outweighs that glorified shoebox you drive." But it's nice while it lasts.
Writing Progress:
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25,659 / 50,000 (51.3%) |
Today's Progress: 614 words, because I was too lazy to drag my ass out of bed on time.
Comments: ... but they were pretty good words for all that.
Snips: It was so tall, as tall as a full-grown ulog standing upright or taller, towering half again Timmain's height over his head; he nearly choked on his fear at the closeness of it. Its smell was strange and rank, dust-dry in his mouth. He had to fight to keep himself from running, from screaming, as it bent its bulging eyes closer to him, turning its head this way and that. One arm unfolded and reached towards him, and Tyse, still in the shadows, made a moaning noise; but the Other only touched him lightly on his shoulder and withdrew, straightening, swaying slightly as it did. Timmain gathered his courage in both hands and reached out to it.
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