October 1st, 2005

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Progress notes for 1 October 2005:

"Tideline"

New Words: 2,200
Total Words: 4,750
Pages: 19

Zokutou word meter
4,750 / 4,750
(100.0%)
Reason for stopping: end of draft
Mammalian Assistance:  Mebd colonized my desk, but was repulsed.
Stimulants: orange tea
Exercise: gothercise
Mail: A very positive, but more than somewhat spoilery, review of "Long Cold Day" at Tangent Online. Now, I just have to fret until my copy of Locus gets here and I can read the review of Scardown and Worldwired it contains. (I think my nomailman reads my Locii, as previously noted. I usually get them somewhere around the 20th of the month. Alas! Alackaday!

Today's words Word don't know: n/a
Words I'm surprised Word do know: n/a
Tyop du jour: "pettery"
Darling du jour: n/a
Books in progress, but not at all quickly: Ladislas Farago, The Game of the Foxes; The Adams-Jefferson Letters;
Books read: Alan H. Nelson, Monstrous Adversary
Mean things: salt water corrosion
Other writing-related work: I've bailed out an amazing amount of correspondence in the past few days. Now I must go do some chapbook work.
Interesting tidbits: I got four hours of sleep last night!
bear by san

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All I know is what it says on the page here-- (via mcurry and Boing Boing)

And you know what? Granada Media refuses to pay Peter what they owe him. They've made millions on his creativity. They owe him hundreds of thousands of dollars. But they won’t pay up.

But if what's alleged on this page is accurate, it's not atypical behavior towards writers. And y'all probably know my deep-seated admiration for Mr. Beagle. So here's to passing the word.
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Laser printers are still the best cat toy evar.

That WiP meme that's going around, for something to do on a Saturday evening after a long day playing tour guide in Vegas. First sentence or two of everything I'm currently working on.



Undertow:

If I had a man, it would be him. But I don't.



Carnival: (this one gets a whole paragraph, because otherwise it's not amusing.)

Michelangelo Osiris Leary Kusanagi-Jones stood staring into the kaleidoscope gravity well of a nebula-veiled star, drinking. He had been drinking since fourteen hundred. He didn't intend on stopping any time soon.



Whiskey & Water:

Once upon a time in New York City, there lived a Mage with a crippled right hand.



"Tideline"

Chalcedony wasn't built for crying.



"Paddareen"

The dead man sat in a wing-backed chair before a cold fireplace. His rooms were dark and still.



"Lucifugous"

The zeppelin Hans Glücker left Calais at 9:15 in the evening on a cold night in March, 1899.



"The Cold Blacksmith"

"Old man, old man, do you tinker?"



"Lucifugous" and "The Cold Blacksmith" are the next two I need to knock down and tromp on. I'm stuck on Blacksmith because while I have the first scene and I know how it has to end and the character development and structural underpinnings that need to take place through the story, the actual, you know, events of the story (that would be the important bit, yes) are pretty much a giant PFFT in my head right now. Meanwhile, I'm stuck on "Lucifugous" because I know the story, but the structure is eluding me, which makes it hard to write until I know what the next scene is supposed to do.

Of course, I'm on vacation. Which means I don't have to write either of them. But it would be nice to think I could, if I wanted to.

"Paddareen," on the other hand, is waiting for a plot. And a structure. And pretty much anything except a description of a room with a dead man in it, and a few thematic elements. "1796"? That one's waiting on a buttload of research so daunting it makes me Camille across the room with my languishing hand stapled to my forehead. And no first line yet.

But hey, I got some stuff crossed off my to-do list today.
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