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With his hammer in his hand, he looked quite clever

Progress notes for 2 October 2005:

"The Cold Blacksmith"

New Words: 2,340
Total Words: 2,964
Pages: 13

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
2,964 / 5,000
(59.0%)
Reason for stopping: Stuck. Wedged. Completely snagged. I have about two more scenes to go, and I have no bloody idea how to wiggle them around so they go in flush. I even know more or less what needs to happen, and I am afraid this thing needs the world's saddest ending (an ending so sad it will even make buymeaclue happy), but actually figuring out how to slide it in there so it fits right and tight? Not a bloody clue.

Obviously, I need a bigger hammer.
Mammalian Assistance:  I took the laptop and curled up on the bed for about two thousand words, which made the cats very happy. They think we should do this more often.
Stimulants: keemun with ginger and honey in it
Exercise: walking
Mail: nomail
Today's words Word don't know: turfed, dooryard, miaowing, milch, sennight, valkyrie, reforging,
Words I'm surprised Word do know: n/a
Tyop du jour: n/a
Darling du jour: She bounced it on her palms. "Light for its size, too. A girl could be proud of a heart like this."
Books in progress, but not at all quickly: Ladislas Farago, The Game of the Foxes; The Adams-Jefferson Letters;
Mean things: Weyland Smith just cannot win for losing. He's on his third try and the customer's still unhappy.
Other writing-related work: Workshop crits.
Interesting tidbits: So this story is one part "Two Magicians," one part Anglo-Norse mythology, one part "Bonny Brown Girl," one part "Horkstow Grange," one part "Newry Highwayman," and one part "The Blacksmith." Mince well and stir.

No wonder it's got me stumped.

Comments

Don't forget to add a wiff of "stagger Lee."

I loved how the the bullet went through the bar tender and broke the looking glass.

:)

-- A sucker for "Stagger Lee" in all forms
Bullet went through Billy de Lyons, broke the bartender's looking glass.

Hee. I have a Stagger Lee story, you know.

"The Devil You Don't"
I know. I just re-read it... :) I liked the usage of the verbatum usage of term "Looking glass" from the the lyric...

Am I totally smoking crack, or is "The Deil You Don't" related to "Ice?" Is this part of a larger cycle? Connected to any forthcoming novels?

Also, "EE doc cummings" left me giggling uncontrolably. "Tiger Tiger" is rocking my world right now.

I'm on a Bear-a-thon.

-jl
OR, I could just read the author's notes on the link you posted. obviously connected to "Ice."

:)

Oh, you got the item. *awesome!* (*does a quiet little dance*)

"The Devil You Don't" and "Ice" are both related to my currently trunked first three novels, All the Windwracked Stars (which needs a ground-up rewrite), The Sea thy Mistress, which needs a big fat polish and round-out, and By the Mountain Bound, which I think actually doesn't suck too bad, but my sentences are prettier now than they were then.

I'm basically waiting for an excuse to revise Stars. A conflated draft of Stars and Sea is up over at the elizabethbear journal, but it mostly exists to prove how much I've hopefully improved. Parts of it are actively painful. *g*
It's also got shards and chips of "Duncan & Brady" and a few other things, too.

Said he'd... been on the job too long...
Stuck. Wedged. Completely snagged. I have about two more scenes to go, and I have no bloody idea how to wiggle them around so they go in flush.

This has been precisely my problem for the last few days -- not that I only have about two scenes to go (I wish) but because the scenes I am writing are bein' difficult and not falling flush. And you worry about it and worry about it and try all kinds of things... And then it falls into place as if by magic, all on its own. Blasted stories ;p

Good luck! *hugs*
I don't actually demand sad endings.

Just good ones. :-p
*loffs*

But you're very good at writing a particular kind of sad ending....
"...and if I were with my love, I would live forever."

I'm going to have to read that when it's done. I know and love most of those songs. My old Celtic folk band, the Wild Oats, used to perform "Two Magicians" and "Newry Highwayman" (learned from the Boiled in Lead version).
Oh, lovely. and I see you play guitar! (Yes, all writers are this observant. *chokes*)

The highwayman subplot seems to have fallen by the wayside (It wound up not fitting in the story) so we'll save that for another one. But the blacksmith has just earned himself a spot in a novel. (A big spot; he has a little one in Blood & Iron)
This is a bit random but where did you get the script for your word counter?
If you click on the counter, it will take you there.

Clicky magic!