March 4th, 2008

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irritability, anxiety, fear of crowds

Progress notes for 4 March 2008

Total Words: 

Shadow Unit:

New words last night: 370
Things Chaz/Hafidha ate, contemplated eating, or threatened to eat: Cake, coffee, fingers


New words last night: 688
New  words this morning: 438
Deadline: April 15
Mammalian assistance: The cat is mad at me for being out all day yesterday, and keeps walking up to me and sticking her claws in my leg. I respond by flicking her head. It's a skirmishing war.
Reason for stopping: Going to shower and get dressed for the gym, and then do Other Work until it's time to go.

Darling du jour: Silently, Jsutien held forth his hands.
Tyop du jour: n/a
Phrases I spent fifteen minutes trying to work out a way to avoid: I've just taken to highlighting the crappy sentences in green, as part of the New World Order/attempt to defeat the internal editor on the draft. I also have a lot of [remember to go back and establish this in chapter one] and blah blah blah [verb] blah blah. I will fix it later. This is just a draft. it can suck. It does not need to be perfect; it needs to be written.

And so on.

I'm attempting to re-institute a policy that served me well when I was writing Hammered, which was the last time I felt this fumbly about a book. (Hello, skill jump underway. At least, I hope that that's what this floundery feeling is a symptom of.) Which is to say, if I don't know what a scene is for, I sit the characters down and make them talk until they find it. Then I cut out all the stuff where they were staring at each other and twisting their hands.
There's always one more quirk in the character:  Jsutien is a thinky creature! think think. Think think.

Other writing-related work: Today I must: outline "Ballistic," so Em and Amanda and Sarah and I can write the fucking thing. I must also get through the next hundred pages of the All the Windwracked Stars CEM.
Books in progress: STILL reading the new Cook's Illustrated, and have two months of SciAm and SciAm Mind to get through. Which tells you how much reading I have been getting done. Maybe I will take it in the tub. Multitasking!
Exercise: walked about a half mile yesterday. Off to the gym at 1:00 or so.
Miles to Lothlorien: 259.7
Guitar practice: evynrude came over, and there was gitar
Mail: A check from Nature!

Today's words Word don't know:  ribsprung, unhunch, textureless,
Words I'm Surprised Word Do Know: n/a
Sustenance: coffee, bagel, meatball
Mean Things: guy who reminds you of your dead kid brother
The Internet is Full of Things: Usually, but perhaps not today
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put your backpack on your shoulder. be the good little soldier. it's no different when you're older.

Okay, at this point, I think I have to admit that even I am pretty impressed with myself right this second.

16-scene detailed outline for a collaborative short story, written in the last three hours. And it even makes sense, and I don't think it's missing anything critical.

I feel like I just pulled off my outer raiments and stood revealed in my savage glory as PLOT GIRL!

Huh. Maybe I am okay at this writing thing after all.

(I will feel this way until my cowriters point out all the stuff I completely screwed up.)

(Also, I can say this because I have not looked at Chill, and all its horrible floundering, since this morning.)

Okay, next step, food. Lassi. And then, the next hundred pages of the CEM. Oh, god, so tired.
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Dear my CE:

"Thou" is the subject form. "Thee" is the object form. When I have properly used "thee" as the object of a sentence, please do not correct it to "thou."

Also, thank you for the good catch on the overuse of the word "languid." And, er. Sorry about the commas. I thought I sprayed.

Love, Bear

I have decided that the 1102 words of outline counts as the second sitting in my writing today, and instead of trying to write more Chill, I will finish this damned CEM tonight.

Send tea.