I've started making my tea with loose leaves without a filter, because I have realized that it saves on tea *and* tastes better. I've been using a tea condom in a warmed pot for years, but just sucking it up and letting the little buggers float around in there makes all the difference in the world.
And I need one of mekkavandexter
's characters to come read my leaves. Because my cup currently has a map of England, Scotland, and Wales inside it.
Maybe it's a vote of confidence for The Stratford Man
Progress notes for 12 May 2006:
506Total Words: (actual wordcount / manuscript)
36118 / 40250Pages:
August 1Words per day to meet deadline:
789Reason for stopping:
In addition to the paltry five hundred words, I also slogged through the existing MS making sure it had some vague first draft semblance of continuity. I'm bloody tired, and I'm not sure what the next scene is.
This book is all plot. ALL PLOT! It would be more fun with some angst or smut or something. (Who am I, and what have I done with the real Bear?)
OTOH, right on schedule, about a third of the way in, the book handed me its climax today. Which is reassuring, because now I know how it ends.
Nobody tell my muse he's getting predictable, k? He does the same damned thing every damned book.
First he gives me some neat stuff that feels kind of thin and random and disconnected, until I figure out a hundred pages in what I did wrong. And then I have to go back and fix it all and grovel through bits and try to avoid editing artifacts.
And then I have like a third of a book.
he tells me how it ends. Just in time for me to hit the 35K wall and write the Dreaded Middle. Slog, slog, slog.
It would be nice to wander through life in a blaze of divine inspiration. But my muse believes in perspiration
peach tea Exercise:
gym! with ashacat
nomailToday's words Word don't know: theramin, rushyWords I'm surprised Word do know: wealMean Things:
Caetei yelled at Gourami.Tyop du jour: n/aDarling du jour: n/aBooks in progress:
Wendy Moore, The Knife Man
; Interesting tidbit of the day:
, backwards light
. my head hurts. Other writing-related work
: n/aThe glamorous life of the writer:
Got grumped at by my downstairs neighbor for the slats falling out of my bed in the middle of the night last week. Dude! Like I did it on purpose!
In other news, all of my rings now fit on the next largest finger. So, I may not be dropping any jeans sizes, but I am spot reducing my fingers!