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what was written on your bones before you got born

Progress notes for 7 January 2007

dust

New Words:  1,210
Total Words: 13,593
Words for the Year: 10,707
Pages: 68
Deadline: Sometime in June or July, I'm guessing
Reason for stopping: quota, end of scene

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
13,593 / 110,000
(12.4%)

Stimulants:  lapsang souchong, more ginger peach tea
Exercise: gym yesterday, gym today, gym tomorrow. Also some yoga. And a walk to the store.
Songs mutilated: This thing that I am doing with the guitar is starting to result in something that resembles music. It is *bad* music.
Mammalian assistance: none
Mail:

Reviewy thing for Shadows Over Baker Street.

Reviewy thing for Carnival.

Today's words Word don't know:   raddled, unhealable, squinch, cryostasis, sunward
Darling du Jour: Ironic cruelty, that she felt the cold sting along the ghost bones of her wings.
Mean Things: phantom pain. untrustworthy symbiots.
Tyop du Jour: Bust it would take too long to crawl along them.
Jury-rigging: I have come up with the coolest plot twist ever and I am only on page sixty something. And I figured out how the book ends, on the rowing machine.

There's always one more quirk in the character: Perceval can apparently compute trajectories and relative velocities in her head.
Other writing-related work: critted Amanda's story, for values of laying my hand upon its head and pronouncing a blessing upon it.
Books in progress: Liz Williams, Snake Agent; Phyllis Ann Karr, The Arthurian Companion
The Internet is full of Things: but I didn't look at any of them today.
The glamour!: I still have not taken out the trash.

Comments

There's always one more quirk in the character: Perceval can apparently compute trajectories and relative velocities in her head.

Well, if she can fly, I certainly hope so!
That icon hath now wooed my Muses into demanding that I write Labyrinth-Narnia fanfic. *headdesk* Bad icon, no cookie! *attempts to bribe her Muses to go play with something less silly* ^_~;;
Write Labyrinth/Narnia fanfic, file the serial numbers off, toss in a serious critique of Christianity, C.S. Lewis, and the icky pedophilia bits of Labyrinth, add some Cool Shit ((C)1983 Steven Brust) and you will be writing Signicant Literature.

(you think I'm kidding.)
Nah. I'm trying to decide if I can be arsed and I suspect the answer is "No." *g*
The book ends on a rowing machine? Is it a Joycean epiphany or just naughty? ;)
On the other hand, Word did know the word Michelob. Makes me wonder about their target audience.