Progress notes for 11 November 2005:
All the Windwracked Stars
New Words: 842
Total Words: 7,952
Reason for stopping: end of scene
Mammalian Assistance: Marlowe is Mr. Needy kitty.
Stimulants: cranberry orange tea and not nearly enough food.
Today's words Word don't know: runneled, cowled, riven
Words I'm surprised Word do know: n/a
Tyop du jour: unwholesome sweatness
Darling du jour: She bent over him and breathed for him, knowing it was helpless, making the gesture all the same.
Books in progress, but not at all quickly: Ben Jonson, The Devil is an Ass & Other Plays; Lladislav Farago, the Game of the Foxes; The Adams-Jefferson Letters
Mean things: Nothing like being possessed by a dead gun runner, eh?
Spam name du jour: n/a
Other writing-related work: I have committed map. I am such a sad little fantasy writer.
Interesting tidbits: Map of Medieval Paris. Between these and all my books about Elizabethan London, I almost feel competent to draw that damned map of Eiledon my characters seem to want. They can't make things easy....
Of course, Eiledon is bigger than Paris, and unlike London, it never burned completely, being a stone city--though a good chunk of it was destroyed in the local equivalent to the 1700's and there was a misguided urban renewal push circa the 1960's-2000's cognate. So it's maintained more of its medieval character--think Prague--while portions of the city center are thoroughly modernized and there's a big, Canberra-esque planned business and government center like a bullseye sort of plastered over the medieval streets.
This is fun. I know a lot of the stuff it has and roughly where it is, but I never drew a map before.
What's interesting is that, now that I have the map down on paper and I'm staring at it, it's helping fill in setting details. There's a broken stair here, in this ruined square, the map whispers to me, and I take note.