November 23rd, 2008

writing dust bible 'house of dust"

if you should die, die in winter


STATE OF THE CHILL:

words since 9:00 AM Saturday: 554 1008 1761 2002 2104
sleep since 9:00 AM Saturday: 6 hours
hours in deathmarch so far: 18.5
showers: 1
pages written: 11
pots coffee: 1 (with some vanilla ground up in it)
large mugs salabat:
pots tisane:
pots tea: 
2 (white chai, mangosteen green tea) +1 mug of Upton's Christmas Tea
It Came From The Juicer: Beet greens, garlic, and radishes. Apple lemonade.  Beet apple mango nectar. Tangerine orange ginger carrot.
alcohol: La Fin du Monde and honey pepper vodka
drugs: 1600 mg. naproxen, 1 OTC Zantac
head: throbbing (a tension headache courtesy of the current state of my neck)
dancing: S.A.F.E.T.Y.
handfuls of nutritional supplements: 2 (fish oil, evening primrose, calcium, b complex, glucosamine chondroitin)
food: corned beef hash and eggs; layer cake; Barilla "Plus" angelhair with chicken, defatted chicken drippings, green peas, butter, and parmesan; gouda, cheddar, and grapes; more cake; sesame paste steamed bun; lamb dumplings "flavored with oyster flavored sauce";
BPAL: Jacob's Ladder.
mug: pornographic bunnies
state of the catbox: fearful
hands: achy

last night before I bed I wrote: Okay, that's fifteen hours of work, and in the last two hours I've managed a page. Also, the brain chemistry fit is letting up (yay, rapid cycling, bite me neurochemistry) which tells me that now (NOW!) is a good time to try to sleep.

More deathmarch at dawn. Sleep now.

Now: currently stuck like a stuck thing trying to decide whose POV this next scene is from.

writing dust rengeek shakespeare

grateful for anything really they are


STATE OF THE CHILL:

words since 9:00 AM Saturday: 554 1008 1761 2002 2100 2502
sleep since 9:00 AM Saturday: 6
hours in deathmarch so far: 20
showers: 2
pages written: 13
pots coffee: 1 (with some vanilla ground up in it)
large mugs salabat:
pots tisane:
pots tea:
1 (white chai)
It Came From The Juicer: Beet greens, garlic, and radishes. Apple lemonade.  Beet apple mango nectar. Tangerine orange ginger carrot. Broccoli yam.
alcohol: La Fin du Monde and honey pepper vodka
drugs: 1600 mg. naproxen, 1 OTC Zantac
dancing: with malicious intent
handfuls of nutritional supplements: 2 (fish oil, evening primrose, calcium, b complex, glucosamine chondroitin)
food: corned beef hash and eggs; layer cake; Barilla "Plus" angelhair with chicken, defatted chicken drippings, green peas, butter, and parmesan; gouda, cheddar, and grapes; more cake; sesame paste steamed bun; lamb dumplings "flavored with oyster flavored sauce"; the rest of the pasta;
BPAL: Jacob's Ladder.
mug: still the porn bunnies
state of the catbox: How long can I avoid the bathroom, anyway?
neck: massage therapy appointment tuesday, and by then the book will be done. Right?

I wonder if I can manage a vow to not sleep until I finish the draft?

writing dust rengeek shakespeare

i've seen the battle and i've seen the war


STATE OF THE CHILL:

words since 9:00 AM Saturday: 554 1008 1761 2002 2100 2502 2731
sleep since 9:00 AM Saturday: 6
hours in deathmarch so far: 22
showers: 2
pages written: 14
pots coffee: 1 (with some vanilla ground up in it)
large mugs salabat:
pots tisane:
pots tea:
1 (white chai)
It Came From The Juicer: Beet greens, garlic, and radishes. Apple lemonade.  Beet apple mango nectar. Tangerine orange ginger carrot. Broccoli yam.
alcohol: La Fin du Monde and honey pepper vodka
drugs: 1600 mg. naproxen, 1 OTC Zantac
dancing: in the ruins
handfuls of nutritional supplements: 2 (fish oil, evening primrose, calcium, b complex, glucosamine chondroitin)
food: corned beef hash and eggs; layer cake; Barilla "Plus" angelhair with chicken, defatted chicken drippings, green peas, butter, and parmesan; gouda, cheddar, and grapes; more cake; sesame paste steamed bun; lamb dumplings "flavored with oyster flavored sauce"; the rest of the pasta; still more cake; 2% milk
BPAL: Jacob's Ladder.
mug: still the porn bunnies
state of the catbox: demilitarized

I have two scenes left to write. I am taking a break before I write them, because I need to figure out how they go.

There. The march is on hiatus for a bit, then. But I feel accomplished. That was constructive, and I will indeed have a book draft before Thanksgiving.

writing dust bible 'house of dust"

it's time I had some time alone


STATE OF THE CHILL:

words since 9:00 AM Saturday: 554 1008 1761 2002 2100 2502 2731 3009
sleep since 9:00 AM Saturday: 6
hours in deathmarch so far: 25
showers: 2
pages written: 16
pots coffee: 1 (with some vanilla ground up in it)
large mugs salabat: 1
pots tisane: 1 (chamomile linden flower)
pots tea: 2 (white chai, mangosteen green tea) plus a mug of Upton Tea's Christmas Tea 
It Came From The Juicer: Beet greens, garlic, and radishes. Apple lemonade.  Beet apple mango nectar. Tangerine orange ginger carrot. Broccoli yam.
alcohol: La Fin du Monde, honey pepper vodka, St. Ambroise apricot ale
drugs: 2000 mg. naproxen, 1 OTC Zantac
dancing: as if it's 1999
handfuls of nutritional supplements: 2 (fish oil, evening primrose, calcium, b complex, glucosamine chondroitin)
food: corned beef hash and eggs; layer cake; Barilla "Plus" angelhair with chicken, defatted chicken drippings, green peas, butter, and parmesan; gouda, cheddar, and grapes; more cake; sesame paste steamed bun; lamb dumplings "flavored with oyster flavored sauce"; the rest of the pasta; still more cake; 2% milk
BPAL: Jacob's Ladder.
mug: still the porn bunnies

Moving forward into the climax. Figured out finally what the magic sword is for.

I just had a sudden fit of baseless anxiety (last gasp of the unhelpful brain chemicals?) and had to reassure my brain that there was nothing to get all freaking stressy about. Dude! Chemicals! Life is good! Chill!

But I think it might just be my body interpreting how much my neck and back hurt as anxiety, so we have resorted to the heating bad, more Aleve, and the beer.

Soon it will be a draft. Soon, soon.

writing gorey earbrass conscious but ver

--30--

3326.

Yes, the icon means what you think it means.

I'm calling that a draft. The last scenes are only roughed, but I need to go back and rewrite the rest of the book so I can get the emotional beats right, and right now I don't care. Anyway, I need to add 24 pages to this thing to get it up to length.

But it's a draft, for now, and it's done until I start the revision.

Lindenflower tea time!