it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken
matociquala

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i was god's own drunk and a fearless man.

So I come to the point where the necromancer might get laid after all, and I have to wonder. Can I actually write a sex scene in which one of the participants has no pronouns? When it's from the other guy's POV?

I feel a sudden kinship with stand-up comedian Kate Clinton, who has a wonderful routine about working herself up to tell penis jokes. And how it's a bit like ice skating in the Olympics, working yourself up to the triple salchow jumps. "Oh, Dave. She only did a double."

Heh. Yes. Stunty writing indeed.

Well, if it was easy, it wouldn't be fun. At least I feel like I'm in control on the ice these days.

In other news, our ice storm has been called on account of global warming. We just get cold icky rain. On the other hand, that means that my lunch date with was06066 isn't cancelled due to ice slick. So I had better get in the shower, I guess.

Progress notes for 15 January 2007

dust

New Words:  1852
Total Words: 24,642. If I can keep up this rate (~10K a week) I might be done by mid-March or even the end of February.
Words for the Year: 22,287
Pages: 120
Deadline: Sometime in June or July, I'm guessing
Reason for stopping: quota



Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
24,642 / 110,000
(22.4%)

In addition, truepenny and I got 2,781 words on the sizzling raygun space story about a pirate ship named the Lavinia Whateley. That's a real good writing day, all told.

Stimulants:  lapsang souchong, warm milk with cardamom, Sam Smith's Winter Welcome
Exercise: none; I suck. I will try for a walk today, though, as my gym is closed.
Songs mutilated: seven, god rest ye merry gentlemen
Mammalian assistance: Madame is not to be disturbed, as she is resting.
Mail: nomail

Today's words Word don't know:  planetside, outliers, besuited, picosecond, rebarbed, oryx, barbels, quelquesomething, overripeness, witchy,
Darling du Jour: Samael's holde was a Heaven, as besuited the Angel of Life Support Services.
Mean Things: sibling rivalry, nanotech dragons, kissin'
Tyop du Jour: vast ragged ravel wings, Burt this was real wood, for the rime being
Jury-rigging: not so many patch jobs today. I'm not even going to bother justifying the dragon.

There's always one more quirk in the character: Rien, you little tramp.
Other writing-related work: page proofs for Subterranean 6.
Books in progress: Phyllis Ann Karr, The Arthurian Companion; Susan Perabo, Explaining Death to the Dog
The Internet is full of Things: See last night's post on Helm's Deep for an example.
The glamour!: Time to go take off my pajamas, I guess....


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