March 20th, 2008

writing literature vonnegut asshole

tonight the sky will not be consoled.

The rain has passed, and as I write this we have intermittent sunlight and ragged skies. Lovely.

I've turned my work chair so I have a better view out the window without craning my neck so much, which has the added advantage of not putting the sun over my shoulder and blanching the laptop screen.

So, flist, I am asking for opinions.

My aged HP Pavilion is reaching the end of its useful lifespan, and I need a replacement laptop. (Mostly, I use the device for word processing, internet, and so on.)

What I'd like to know is, if you're bored and want to tell me and you use a laptop or tablet PC--

--what brand, model, vintage, and specifications is your device?
--what do you use it for?
--how durable has it proven?
--how's the service contract?
--what was the price range?
--do you like it or loathe it?

(If you use some other word processing or internet solution, other than a laptop, and you love it with evangelical glee, I'm very happy for you, but telling me to get a Palm and a roll-up keyboard will simply make me roll my eyes and think you're a twit who can't read directions. I know, it's unfair, but that's what will happen. I'm just letting you know.)
ascii frog by Jean Seok

So, just out of curiousity....

Given the clues in the book, did anybody guess what A.G. stood for, in Undertow?

Nobody's asked, so either you all got it, or nobody cared. ;-)


(Yeah, I'm not focusing on work very well today. I have Menstrual Incompetence, which really ought to be a clinically recognized syndrome--nevermind PMS: what drives me nuts is the sudden lack of focus, strength, attention span, balance, concentration, courage, stamina, and pain tolerance for three days out of the month. So of course I tried to climb last night, and sucked like a sucking thing. But I'm going to eat something now, and drink some coffee and take my vitamins, and then I am going to stop screwing around and actually get some work done, aren't I?)
spies sandbaggers sense of occasion

if they take us they will burn us

So today was one of those periodic days of fussing that novel writing seems to require, during which I went through, broke the narrative out into chapters (I have nine chapters written! Yay!), deleted or put into comments all the notes I don't need anymore, and corrected my formatting, so I could actually do a formal manuscript wordcount rather than.

Net result, a 6K gain before I wrote today, and I have a third of a book done! Wow! Amazing how that happens.

And after all that, I still forced myself to get some words.

Benedick, I find, will chatter away at me endlessly in his internalizations, even if he doesn't say much to the outside world.

Tristen, on the other hand, does not let me in. He's just silent and observational. Watching, not judging. It makes him the harder one of the pair to write.

But then, he has more to be sorry for. I thnk it's all stuff he's not telling himself, either.


Progress notes for 20 March 2008

Shadow Unit

New Words: 670 on "Ballistic," about 300 on a DVD extra
Things Chaz and/or Hafidha ate, contemplated eating, or neglected to eat: Cake all 'round! Also coffee.


Chill:

New words: 1693
Microsoft wordcount: 31843
Manuscript wordcount: 38000
Deadline: May 1
Mammalian assistance: The cat is currently hiding her face in my leg.
Reason for stopping: End of scene, no idea what the Thrilling Scenery for the next bit is. Something low-gravity, I think. Maybe I will dream up the other details tonight.





Jury-rigging: I am getting kind of tired of inventing Thrilling Scenery. Gotta figure out sooner or later what this magic sword is for.
There's always one more quirk in the character:  God gave him a gift. Tristen exposits well.

Tristen exposits very well.

Today's words Word don't know:  amblyopia, nystagmus, unpigmented, carabiners, homeworld, resheathed, geegaws, nanotube,
Sustenance: lots of herbal tea, coffee, pasta, a sweet potato, chicken, chocolate cookies. The Archway Dutch cocoa cookies used to be awesome, and now, alas, they are not very good any more.
Mean Things: daddy issues, crushing guilt, exposition, patricide

Exercise:
I tried climbing Wednesday night, and totally stank the place up with my incompetence. Le sigh. Still getting random twinges in my biceps and forearm muscles too, so between that and the Menstrual Incompetence, I decided to bail on archery today before I accidentally shot the ceiling.
Miles to Lothlorien: 248.2
Guitar practice: still working on that finger-picking pattern. Really need to do scales today.
Mail: nomail
The Internet is Full of Things:  All the Windwracked Stars is available for pre-order on Amazon.