It's nice having the hundred icons to play with. I made a Tam Lin one last night. "She had not pulled a rose, a rose, a rose but barely one." The background image is from Alma-Tadema's "Unconscious Rivals," heavily photoshopped. Fonts are Agincort and Zombie:
If anybody wants to swipe it, be welcome.
In other news, the entire plot of this book revolves around the protagonists hiding stuff from each other because of a misunderstanding. I'm writing the freaking Scarlet Pimpernel. Grah. Why do I keep getting painted into using tropes that annoy me? Ah well, all I can do is try to deconstruct them. (I also hate the protagonist-gets-prettier plot, so of course I got painted into a medical mirror corner with Jenny and had to try to deconstruct that hoary old chestnut. Not that she's ever particularly pretty. But she does get less-unpretty.)
At least these guys have valid reasons for lying to each other. That counts for something, right?
Progress notes for 22 August 2005:
New Words: 1504
Total Words: 50,862 / 110,000
Notecards destroyed: 1
One nice thing about writing books with chapters is that the MS word count does tend to creep up a little faster, as ever so often you get a free half-page or so.
Reason for stopping: work, and end of chapter 13
Mammalian Assistance: Mebd not only has issues, she has an entire subscription. and she's going to tell me about it in detail. While sitting on my keyboard. Also, giant dogge on my feet, and giant dawg poking me with her cold wet poky nose.
Stimulants: seltzer, honeybush tea
Exercise: 20 minutes Gothercise, 4 mile walk
Mail: contract from SCIFICTION, a couple of nice blog-reviews from asael (Hammered) and desayunoencama (Hammered and Scardown, both), and the production manuscript of Hammered came home. I think I'll see if Ellen Klages wants it for the Tiptree auction.
Today's words Word don't know: n/a
Words I'm surprised Word do know: n/a
Tyop du jour: n/a
Darling du jour: n/a
Books in progress, but not at all quickly: Richard Overy, Russia's War: A History of the Soviet War Effort, 1941-1945; David Riggs, The World of Christopher Marlowe; Jon Courtenay Grimwood, Pashazade
Mean things: Vincent sprained his knee. No, not like that. Though he's claiming so.
Other writing-related work: n/a
Interesting tidbits: via ccfinlay, Richard Curtis on The Rise and Fall of the Mass Market Paperback