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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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:


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

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
19,092 / 100,000

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
Tags: progress notes, undertow

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