June 9th, 2010

writing edda of burdens fenris wolf

if you want to sleep a minute on the road, i will steer for you.

Another paragraph seen as it was composed:





Vethulf measured the sky with his eyes.

Vethulf measured the sky. A livid

Vethulf measured the sky. A molten thread of gold was beginning to spill across the eastern horizon

Vethulf measured the sky. A molten thread of gold was spilling across the eastern horizon

Vethulf measured the sky. A molten thread of gold was spilling across the eastern horizon, and the topmost stones on the summit of the fell behind him had begun to glow with the

Vethulf measured the sky. A molten thread of gold was spilling across the eastern horizon, and the topmost stones on the summit of the fell behind him glowed with the

Vethulf measured the sky. A molten thread of gold was spilling across the eastern horizon, and the topmost stones on the summit of the fell behind him glowed with the first rays of the sun.

Vethulf measured the sky. A molten thread of gold spilled across the eastern horizon, and the topmost stones on the summit of the fell behind him glowed with the first rays of the sun.

Vethulf measured the sky. A molten thread of gold spilled across the eastern horizon, and the topmost stones on the summit behind him glowed with the first rays of the sun.

Vethulf measured the sky. A molten thread of gold spilled across the eastern horizon. The first rays of the sun glowed on the topmost stones of the summit behind him.



And that's why I compose on a word processor rather than longhand or on a typewriter, unless I do not have a computer available. Because hello, linear? Not so much.

criminal minds reid out out

walk it down, talk it down, sympathy, luxury.

2634 new words on A Reckoning of Men. I consider that a very good writing day.

I would really, really like to be done now. But there are only about a hundred pages to go, which is kind of thrilling. Thrilling in an "I need a nap" kind of way.

Also, I'm halfway done with "Confessor," and I think I'm actually going to let it sit for a bit and come back to it when I have an idea of what the ending will be. In a best case scenario, I'm only four hard writing days from the end of it, and I need to start ramping up the tension, and I don't know yet what mechanisms I will use to do that.

So, much as it frustrates me, the smart money lets it cook for a bit.

Of course, I might get home from climbing tonight and be full of inspiration. You never know.