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So today was one of those periodic days of fussing that novel writing seems to require, during which I went through, broke the narrative out into chapters (I have nine chapters written! Yay!), deleted or put into comments all the notes I don't need anymore, and corrected my formatting, so I could actually do a formal manuscript wordcount rather than.

Net result, a 6K gain before I wrote today, and I have a third of a book done! Wow! Amazing how that happens.

And after all that, I still forced myself to get some words.

Benedick, I find, will chatter away at me endlessly in his internalizations, even if he doesn't say much to the outside world.

Tristen, on the other hand, does not let me in. He's just silent and observational. Watching, not judging. It makes him the harder one of the pair to write.

But then, he has more to be sorry for. I thnk it's all stuff he's not telling himself, either.

Progress notes for 20 March 2008

Shadow Unit

New Words: 670 on "Ballistic," about 300 on a DVD extra
Things Chaz and/or Hafidha ate, contemplated eating, or neglected to eat: Cake all 'round! Also coffee.


New words: 1693
Microsoft wordcount: 31843
Manuscript wordcount: 38000
Deadline: May 1
Mammalian assistance: The cat is currently hiding her face in my leg.
Reason for stopping: End of scene, no idea what the Thrilling Scenery for the next bit is. Something low-gravity, I think. Maybe I will dream up the other details tonight.

Jury-rigging: I am getting kind of tired of inventing Thrilling Scenery. Gotta figure out sooner or later what this magic sword is for.
There's always one more quirk in the character:  God gave him a gift. Tristen exposits well.

Tristen exposits very well.

Today's words Word don't know:  amblyopia, nystagmus, unpigmented, carabiners, homeworld, resheathed, geegaws, nanotube,
Sustenance: lots of herbal tea, coffee, pasta, a sweet potato, chicken, chocolate cookies. The Archway Dutch cocoa cookies used to be awesome, and now, alas, they are not very good any more.
Mean Things: daddy issues, crushing guilt, exposition, patricide

I tried climbing Wednesday night, and totally stank the place up with my incompetence. Le sigh. Still getting random twinges in my biceps and forearm muscles too, so between that and the Menstrual Incompetence, I decided to bail on archery today before I accidentally shot the ceiling.
Miles to Lothlorien: 248.2
Guitar practice: still working on that finger-picking pattern. Really need to do scales today.
Mail: nomail
The Internet is Full of Things:  All the Windwracked Stars is available for pre-order on Amazon.


I just had this sudden flash that your "inventing Thrilling Scenery" is exactly what my shared world game set out in Shadow was like at ACUS. "Okay, and the trump she gives you is of.... um.... a stone door on rocky ground with a black sea of stars behind it." Good times.
Yup, pretty much. *g*
Hey! Hugo nom! Congrats and whatnot!
Heh. I just deleted Steve's post congratulating me for same, but I guess the cat is out of the bag.

That list was supposed to be embargoed until tomorrow.

Thank you, though!
Well, it's *almost* tomorrow.
It's not noon PDT tomorrow. *g*

I suspect Somebody is going to get a Sternly Worded Letter.
*saw nothing*
And I just set my post to private to respect the embargo that I was aware existed. I'll set it back to public tomorrow.
I am now imagining Chaz and Hafidha working their way through an entire tray of Hobee’s blueberry coffeecake.
Wow that looks...

It is. The streusel topping is a nice mixture of sweet and cinnamon-spicy. They have entire pans of it, wrapped up and ready to go, at the restaurants; sometimes I find they have it out at work in the morning.
I am getting kind of tired of inventing Thrilling Scenery.

I remember when I first heard the band Morphine. Remember them? Bass, bari sax and drums. And it didn't feel like it was missing anything. Read something about them shortly thereafter, and one of them said something like, "You know, in modern music, the guitars really just play the same stuff, it's like it's just assumed. So you don't actually need it."

So I played them for my girlfriend. "They sound kinda like Hendrix," she said, non-ironically. "At least the guitarist does."

Edited at 2008-03-21 04:42 am (UTC)

That's actually the problem with a whole lot of category fiction.

All the fucking assumptions.

On the other hand, sometimes that gives one space to play.

I love that band.

Only half for having no guitars.

Have you had the opportunity to listen to Twinemen? - they are essentially 2/3rds of Morphine + a female vocalist.
Ooh, thank you. Bookmarked. :)
Since it's out now, and you won't delete this, congratulations :D
Thanks. *g*
Totally unrelated to your post…

I just finished reading Carnival, and I'm blown away. I read the Jenny Casey books before that, and loved them, but Carnival seems—more so, somehow. I look forward to reading more! I'm annoyed that I don't already have Undertow sitting on the shelf, but I plan another library trip soon.
Thank you very much. *g*
Someday, you and scott_lynch will not share a release date, and opening the Amazon box will not feel like being handed two ice cream cones and trying to eat both before they melt.

Just not this year. :)

(Also, congrats!)

Books don't melt.

Thank you!
Hehe, no longer a problem anyway... Amazon now indicates his has been bumped to February.
Huh. Wonder why.


*cheers that it's in Hardcover!*