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bear by san

just like the light of a new day, hit me from out of the blue

Why is chicken not an instant food? I mean, really, waiting for a chicken to bake should count as cruel and unusual.



I had forgotten how much I liked The Greatest American Hero.

Bill: "You ever hear about telekinesis or kinesis or however you pronounce that? Moving stuff around with the gray cells? I bet you a nickel you know how to do that."

Ralph: "If I could, you'd have been in Pittsburgh long time ago."


Progress notes for 30 April 2006:

Undertow

New Words: 733
Total Words: 19092
Pages: 91
Deadline: August 1
Reason for stopping: stuckety

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
19,092 / 100,000
(19.1%)

This is normal, actually. It's very not unusual for me to get about 100 pages into a book and have to stop, rearrange, regroup, and basically reshuffle the beginning into a support that will hold up the rest of the narrative. And I'm feeling that sensation of things being off-kilter and off-balance, which means its time to stop and contemplate.

It's as if I have to get a certain amount of stuff out of my head and on to the page where I can stare at it and shuffle it around. So, I'm taking a break for a week. Unless my brain suddenly starts handing me material.

I suspect I have a lot of stuff to add to this first hundred pages, once I sort out what it is. It feels very bony now.

The good news is, talking manuscript rather than MS word count, I have almost a quarter of the book done. It's amazing how fast it adds up.

Stimulants: Laphroaig, and vanilla citrus tea.
Exercise: I biked up to Elizabeth Park this afternoon with my notebook and the Wendy Moore book, and spent about two hours sprawled on the grass under a flowering cherry tree. Wrote seven hundred words and read two chapters, met a silver-colored standard poodle, and rode once around the park and then home again. Call it three miles with a long flop in the middle.

Thank you for the hand-me-down bicycle, stwish, it works good. I might take it out again tomorrow...

Mail: nomail
Today's words Word don't know:  n/a
Words I'm surprised Word do know: n/a
Mean Things: When last we saw Andre, he was lying in the mud under an upturned dinghy, trying not to get brained by a hail storm.
Tyop du jour: n/a
Darling du jour: n/a
Books in progress: Wendy Moore, The Knife Man;
Interesting tidbit of the day: Lovin' Sullivan cakes of New York. Really showy marzipan work. Oh, wow. Check out the Mod Cake.
Other writing-related work: n/a

Comments

ube welcome

Did you sell the one with gears? Have you developed a split personalilty to ride both? I think a person could actually ride two horses at once, but two bicycles?... Dubious..

Re: ube welcome

Asha has the one with gears as a loaner, since her bike is Being Difficult. *g*
I always loved The Greatest American Hero, too.

I worked in Culver City, for a while, after I first moved to California, and they asked to use one of the buildings in our company for a week's worth of filming.

At breaktime and lunch they let us watch and it was soooo much fun. I have to say that they were all much more impressive in person than on the screen.

I want to go out and get the boxed set and watch it.
Netflix has it.

It is making me happy.
This is normal, actually. It's very not unusual for me to get about 100 pages into a book and have to stop, rearrange, regroup, and basically reshuffle the beginning into a support that will hold up the rest of the narrative. And I'm feeling that sensation of things being off-kilter and off-balance, which means its time to stop and contemplate.

I hit my wall at about 200 pages. I've done it for 5 books, so I think we have ourselves a tradition.

w00t!
Oh, this isn't the wall. The wall is at 35K, and it leads into the Dreaded Middle Of The Book.

This is the Restructuring.

Sigh.

We're so predictable.
I call restructuring my wall, because I grind to a halt, and have to tear it down and rebuild, brick by brick.

There's quicksand involved as well.

Hee. *g*
Total non sequitur, but I was poking around at stuff related to the new Doctor Who. According to Wikipedia, among the confirmed writers for "Torchwood", the forthcoming Jack Harkness spinoff: "P.J. Hammond, creator of the cult 1980s ATV series Sapphire & Steel"

Naturally, made me think of you, since I'd never heard of the show until you started writing about it...
Stir fry is almost instant.... of course, chopping everything into little pieces is far from instant.
I break into the themesong for that at the drop of a hat. (It may get trying, I'm not sure yet. I think it doesn't just because I'm so enthusiastic about it.)
It's thanks to GAH (what an acronym!) that I fell in love with Robert Culp as a wee one, and thus sought out I SPY.
Funny, funny man.

Especially when he's self-parodying.
Nest cake: "The leaves and berries are pastillage and nonpareils." Maybe someday someone will tell me I'm "pastillage and nonpareil"...