throw another bear in the canoe

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

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....

So I was walking home from the grocery store under a heavy pack, and the mist was blowing everywhere, and there was just enough rain that my glasses were opaque within three steps of cleaning them. So I just gave up and hung them from my collar, and navigated without them.

Now, for this to make sense, you have to understand that I've worn glasses since first grade. I'm at 7.5 diopters in one eue and 8.25 in the other. I am blind blind blind. I wear my glasses in the swimming pool.

It went much better than I would have expected. In part because all I was trying to do was walk and watch for cars, and in part because it was grey and blurry and misty anyway.

And anyway, as I'm trying to see through my opaque glasses, and later on navigate without them, the writerbrain taps me on the sleeve and says:

So this is what cataracts are like.

and

You know, they had a crude surgery in India to cure cataracts, but the long term result was total blindness

Mm. Yup. Story there.

*watches everybody and his uncle completely miss the point of the last post as they each attempt to have the worst eyesight in the room*

*is amused*

Y'all might be pushing competitiveness a bit far, guys.