Progress notes for 12 April 2005
Whiskey & Water
New Words: 1,881
Total Words: 32,851 one-fifth of a book! Wheee! Lookit me!
Reason for stopping: end of scene
Mammalian Assistance: Marlowe visited for a bit, and Signy came to snuggle
Stimulants: rose lychee congou
Exercise: none, although I may gothercise a bit later and do some weights, or not. It's pretty much a day off.
Tyop du jour: Beads and bangles clashed on her wrests.
Darling du jour: "I've gotten used to it," he lied. That is my favorite said-bookism trick. One I have to watch out for, lest it become a tic. Still, I figure once or twice per manuscript is all right.
Books in progress, but not at all quickly: Ed Sanders, Tales of Beatnik Glory; Neal Stephenson, Quicksilver. I know it looks like I never read anything, but I really do do a lot of beta-reading for other writers, and then there's the slush. It adds up!
Interesting research tidbit of the day: goza mats online! also, pattern for Shide, for all your evil-spirit-sweeping needs.
Other writing-related work: Not much, but I did various tedious financial stuff today.
I've started really enjoying writing this book. It's interesting juggling the various threads--I have about six different locuses of action, and keeping them all on the table is a challenge, but it's a pleasant one. And the book's mind-map has finally emerged; I can feel its tension, feel the way it stretched between the various conflicts that anchor it.
I talk about books having shapes, and feeling the shapes in my head. Whiskey & Water is a spiderweb, and not an orb-weaver web either. It's a cobweb, a smoky thing that arches taut beween points of opportunity, shivering a little when the windblows across it. I like it. I like the feel that it has, sort of sloped, maybe a bit like a space-time continuum distorted by gravity. I could go careening across it on a sled, I think. And there's so much going on in here, and I know most of these characters so very well, that it's easy to find something to write about.
Mmm. Yep. I like this one. This week, anyway.