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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Either your ring, or green mantle, or else your maidenhood.

I realized something this morning. In addition to all of my books being outsider stories, they're also all about post-traumatic stress. There's this whole thread running through the Faerie books that boils down to this: anybody who walks into Faerie doesn't walk out unscathed.

Today's word of the day is a useful word:


noun (pl. middelmannetjies) S. African a ridge between the wheel ruts of an unsurfaced road. origin Afrikaans, literally "little man in the middle".

katallen: "It's very much easier to believe all men are created equal if you don't meet too many of them."

Progress notes for 11 September 2005:

last night, I spent fifteen minutes trying to find a way to say "fresh agony" that wasn't a cliché.

Mr. de Mille, I'm ready for my lobotomy now.

On the other hand, there's something really wonderfully genre-convention-undermining about letting the gay boy rescue the damsel in distress, and thus winding up with a rescue and hurt-comfort scene with completely and utterly no sexual tension in it. That made me feel really good about this book, all of a sudden.


New Words: 4,020
Total Words: 89,203 / 105,250
Pages: 421. I'm up to midpoint in Chapter 23. Basically, all I have left is the Big Climactic Decision, the various bits or resolution, the denouement... and a telegram. I really am nearly done.

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
105,250 / 110,000
Reason for stopping: sanity break
Mammalian Assistance:  Paladin, after having his cookies and going out, apparently decided he needed more cookies, as he came in to serenade me until I gave in and gave him another breakfast. Silly dog.
Stimulants: lemon spice tea
Exercise: none
Mail: nomail
Today's words Word don't know: serosanguinous, weaponized, insectile, abseiling, ornithopter 
Words I'm surprised Word do know: epidermis
Tyop du jour: He heard a faint licking now when he rocked it against the wood. (or) Jointed insectile limps
Darling du jour: long as he had his wits, he wasn't completely helpless. And a weaponized utility fog didn't hurt, either.
Books in progress, but not at all quickly: Richard Overy, Russia's War: A History of the Soviet War Effort, 1941-1945;  Ladislas Farago, The Game of the Foxes; Leigh Richards, Califia's Daughters;
Mean things: peeling sunburn, fire ants, crucifixion
Other writing-related work: n/a
Interesting tidbits: Kurt Vonnegut spoke on NPR this morning about humor, New Orleans, jazz, and so forth. The text in the link is from his new book, not the interview, but the sound link should get you there.
Tags: carnival, progress notes
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