One of America's "20 worst agents" is not happy to be identified as such.
Happy Birthday, katallen. Happy Birthday (observed), William Shakespeare.
Progress notes for 22 April 2006 (which is now yesterday):
New Words: 1467
Total Words: 10308
Deadline: August 1
Reason for stopping: late, quota, end of scene
10,308 / 100,000
Tenth of a book! Tenth of a book!
I am enjoying making up pulpy science fiction words. Latin roots and a fine disregard for linguistic principles will carry one far. elutrior! omelite! connex! Slide! exoparent!
Also, Cricket grew a character voice today. So she has a voice, Gourami has a voice, Andre sort of has a voice, and Jean Gris has a voice when I can get him to use it.
Good. I like it when the characters start to sound like themselves. (Some books they don't, so much: the Carnival characters have different thought-patterns, but the narrative stream is pretty much bereft of funny voices. I think it's in part because I was aware, as I was writing, that they weren't narrating in English, but I was translating for them.)
Stimulants: Twining's Earl Grey
Exercise: still recuperating, no exercise
Today's words Word don't know: elutriator, neuroelectrochemical, synthesists
Words I'm surprised Word do know:
Mean Things: Cricket Earl Murphy is about to have a dearly held belief challenged. Also, Jean Gris about gave her a heart attack, all innocent-like. Keeping secrets, naughty girl.
Tyop du jour: She resigned under a crowd.
Darling du jour: If one must keep secrets, it's best if they happen to be incredible.
Books in progress: Wendy Moore, The Knife Man;
Books read: #42.5: K.M. Briggs, The Anatomy of Puck -- which was actually more of a skim, as I've either read this before or read so many books that use it as a source that there wasn't too much new information in it. I am going to have to use the blue hag in something, though. And she reminded me of "Tattercoats."
Interesting tidbit of the day: this made me think of both misia and ladegard today, albeit for very different reasons:
Virginity, albeit some highly prize it,
Compared with marriage, had you tried them both,
Differs as much as wine and water doth.
Base bullion for the stamp's sake we allow;
Even so for men's impression do we you,
By which alone, our reverend fathers say,
Women receive perfection every way.
This idol which you term virginity
Is neither essence subject to the eye
No, nor to any one exterior sense,
Nor hath it any place of residence,
Nor is't of earth or mould celestial,
Or capable of any form at all.
Of that which hath no being do not boast;
Things that are not at all are never lost.
Men foolishly do call it virtuous;
What virtue is it that is born with us?
--Christopher Marlowe, Hero & Leander
By the way, Mark Knopfler and Emmylou Harris are on A Prairie Home Companion this weekend. Proof that God loves me and wants me to be happy.
Other writing-related work: one crit