March 1st, 2008

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i woke up on my hands and knees well the night was cold and i began to see

Progress notes for 1 March 2008

Chill

New words last night: 409
New  words this morning: 1373
Total Words: 4,296
Words for the Year: 21,289
Deadline: April 15
Mammalian assistance: After a few lectures, the cat settled in to sleep in the chair beside me.
Reason for stopping: end of scene, end of first chapter, other writing work.Also, need to practice guitar and perform a little yoga. There will be more wordcount later, for this is a deathmarch.




Darling du jour: A little encouragement among the ruins.
Tyop du jour: n/a
Phrases I spent fifteen minutes trying to work out a way to avoid: "his own hands"
Jury-rigging: Turns out that this scene I thought went in chapter two goes in chapter one.
There's always one more quirk in the character:  Caitlin is sarcastic!

Other writing-related work: Finished the Ink & Steel page proofs around ten pm last night. I need to do the final revisions on "Knock on Coffins" and start going through the All the Windwracked Stars CEM.
Books in progress: I am reading the new Cook's Illustrated, and have two months of SciAm and SciAm Mind to get through.
Exercise: Yoga
Miles to Lothlorien: 262.2
Guitar practice: I have been bad lately, but I will work on my finger-picking today
Mail: Subterranean Press has sent the New Amsterdam trade paperback to the printers, and expects it to be available in April. Pre-orders are available.
Things Chaz/Hafidha ate, contemplated eating, or threatened to eat:

Today's words Word don't know:  symbiont, goo, membraned, subvocalized, ramscoop, vining, webwork, unangelic, bluets, unbesmirched, resurrectee, knobbled, backwinged,
Words I'm Surprised Word Do Know: rootstock
Sustenance: cardamom coffee, a bagel with butter, a ya pear
Mean Things: massive systems failures, compound fractures, family angst.
The Internet is Full of Things: epublishing bodice rippers.
comics invisibles king mob

the various pieces of our friend the elk

And there's the final, no really final, final-final version of Shadow Unit episode 1x02, "Knock on Coffins," sent off to coffeeem and stillsostrange so it can be posted tomorrow, and the first hundred pages of the CEM of All the Windwracked Stars grovelled through.I am thankful that it's an extremely light copyedit, which makes my job so much easier. Of course, it may mean that all my really rank stupidities will slip through into print, but if so, it's my own damned fault. Wait, let me practice my "I meant to do that!" face.

So now I get to take a couple of hours off to let my brain drain and think about how to start the next scene, and (when I get hungry) to start dinner, which will be meatball sammiches and grapes and I'm not sure what else yet.

And then after that, another six pages, if I can get them. Because that is the Regime. Six pages in the morning, six at night. Oh yeah. Unmitigated glamour.

The Snowpocalypse is over, and my feet are cold. I think I need to go make those meatballs now.

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