it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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Progress notes for 11 June 2005:

Whiskey & Water

New Words: 2010
Total Words: 117,287 / 131,750
Notecards euthanized: 2
Pages: 527

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131,750 / 160,000
Reason for stopping: going to a bad movie now
Mammalian Assistance: Signy came and laid her head in my lap for a while
Stimulants: lemon water, tangerine white tea,
Exercise: gothercise
Mail: nomail
Today's words Word don't know: unconstructed
Tyop du jour: the silver-streaked brain knotted in his left hand (or) marrowing his fiend of vision to the waiting Mage.
Darling du jour: Prejudice breeds a certain unity in the face of misadventure.
Books in progress, but not at all quickly: Kristine Smith, Code of Conduct; Richard Overy, Russia's War: A History of the Soviet War Effort, 1941-1945
Books read: Dorothy L. Sayers, The Unpleasantness At The Bellona Club;
Interesting research tidbits of the day: Rossville, Staten Island; Silver mutation of the Australian Black Swan
Other writing-related work:

Black swans fly by night. They travel in secret, in darkness, and during the day they rest along their migration routes, in brackish tidewaters and wide rivers, their long necks curving valentine hearts reflected in smooth water. During the breeding season, they are the most social of the swans, filial and devoted, their gatherings teeming with cygnets, cobs, and pens. They nest in tribes, whole villages of swans, coal-black with white wingtips, peaceful under the sun.

This is because they remember the village of their ancestors, and the punishment Bunyip wreaked upon them, when they were men.


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