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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the worm forgives the plow?

"Do you know, I always thought unicorns were fabulous monsters, too? I never saw one alive before!" "Well, now that we have seen each other," said the unicorn, "if you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you."

--Lewis Carroll

Progress notes for 8 July 2006:


New Words:  767
Total Words: 82007 / 95000
Pages: 380
Deadline: August 1
Words per day to meet deadline: 208
Scenes left / scenes myrtilized (notecards, if I were using notecards this book): 9/9
Reason for stopping: Readercon!

Stimulants:  water and cinnamon life
Exercise: none
Today's words Word don't know: unsplintered
Jerry-rigging: I'm going to have to revise all this stuff a lot on the second draft, I expect.
There's always one more quirk in the character: André decided not to shoot somebody. Color me gobsmacked.

Other writing-related work: Read two of leahbobet's short stories
Books in progress: Martin Cruz Smith, Stallion Gate; Jane Austen, Pride & Prejudice;
The glamour!: itsadraftitcansuckitsadraftitcansuckitsadraftitcansuckitsadraftitcansuck it's just drafty, it doesn't actually suck. it's just drafty, it doesn't actually suck. it's just drafty, it doesn't actually suck.

also, I have to go do dishes.


the Unicorn as Christ figure (for hernewshoes and others)

The nightingale among them
Sang sweet and loud and long,
Until a greater voice than hers
Rang out above her song.
For suddenly, among the crags,
Along the narrow vale,
The echoes of a hunting horn
Came clear upon the gale.

The hunter stood beside me
Who blew that mighty horn
I saw that he was hunting
The gentle unicorn --
But the unicorn is noble,
He knows his gentle birth
He knows that God has chosen him,
Above all beasts of earth.

The unicorn is noble;
He keeps him safe and high,
Upon a narrow path and steep,
Climbing to the sky,
And there no man can take him,
He scorns the hunter's dart
And only a virgin's mighty power
Shall tame his haughty heart.

What would be now the state of us,
But for this unicorn?
And what would be the fate of us,
Poor sinners, lost, forlorn?
Oh, may He lead us on and up,
Unworthy though we be,
Into His Father's kingdom,
To dwell eternally!

--anonymous, from the medieval German, I think?

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