January 8, 2008 Progress Notes:

Above

Words today: 750.
Words total: 17,250 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Quota, were I doing the quota thing. And I need to figure out some logistics and motivations.
Liquid Refreshment: French vanilla hot chocolate.
Munchies: Grilled cheese sammiches around 4:30. Of course, now that I have all the food in the world, I'm not at all hungry.
Exercise: An hour's walking -- class and back, and errands.
Mail: Contracts from Strange Horizons, and countersigned contracts from The Mammoth Book of Extreme Fantasy.

Darling du Jour: I bought her peaches. A whole basket. Not stolen either, but bought proper, and every single one fat and sweet and kitten-soft against your mouth before you bit down. We went out into the old sewers and found a corner where it was almost fallen in, where two could huddle in close and warm without being spotted. And we ate every single one.

(Write-ahead this time, from the last chapter. Oh, that makes me want to cry.)

Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A

Mean Things: Letting go. Getting lost. Trying to game the system and it not really working.
Research Roundup: Isolation guidelines in Ontario psych wards, circa 1982.
Books in progress: Stephen King, The Waste Lands; the Lattimore translation of The Odyssey; Wallace Stevens, Collected Poems.

The glamour: A lot today, actually. Workshop work, reading five books of The Odyssey, signing contracts and mailing them back, taking things to the bank, and filling out a bit of grocery holes as I desired a sammich. I finally have that bread, and I have a new 10-pound bag of rice. I am now stocked for seven apocalypses. The bag of rice alone is worth a whole apocalypse.

It's grey out, and rainy. It was evening all afternoon.


I'm pretty much discontinuing the Novel in 90-meter right now. I've only looked at half my course syllabi for this semester, and...yeah. I have no desire to Run Mad (or Amok). Let's do one thing at a time, maybe.


More reviews (are you sick of these yet? *g*) coming down the pipe:

Rich Horton likes "The Sorceress's Assistant", and gives it mention in his On Spec summary. And it's another "strong work from" in the Fantasy Magazine summary.

Crash Launching, a new review blog, dubs "Bears" a cool new thing and says other things about it to Make Authors Happy.

"The Girl From Another World" has readers in Singapore. Which is awesome.



Also, your moment of No Shit:

What Be Your Nerd Type?
Your Result: Literature Nerd
 

Does sitting by a nice cozy fire, with a cup of hot tea/chocolate, and a book you can read for hours even when your eyes grow red and dry and you look sort of scary sitting there with your insomniac appearance? Then you fit this category perfectly! You love the power of the written word and it's eloquence; and you may like to read/write poetry or novels. You contribute to the smart people of today's society, however you can probably be overly-critical of works.

It's okay. I understand.

Musician
 
Gamer/Computer Nerd
 
Drama Nerd
 
Social Nerd
 
Artistic Nerd
 
Science/Math Nerd
 
Anime Nerd
 
What Be Your Nerd Type?
Quizzes for MySpace
January 3, 2008 Progress Notes:

Above

Words today: 750.
Words total: 16,500 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: My brain hurts. It took a lot just to get that.
Liquid Refreshment: Lemon blossom tea.
Munchies: Linguine with tomato sauce and roasted garlic oil.
Exercise: A whole afternoon hauling about the city.
Mail: Prezzies from [livejournal.com profile] stillnotbored! I now have a truly mad amount of yarn.

Darling du Jour: Whisper's father thought there ought to be young men; there comes a time (Whisper said, and the lines came out sharp in her face even by lamplight, and her fingers rubbed each other as if they were terrible cold) when respectable young women need to be out of their father's houses for the good of all involved.

(Whisper's story again. I swear it isn't really that long. Maybe three pages.)

Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A

Mean Things: Teller's terrible, terrible naivete. Passive-aggressive pissed-offed-ness.
Research Roundup: Toronto water table height. Y'know, there are insane logistical issues around having an underground society. Although that's one of the things we're pointing out by writing this.
Books in progress: Barth Anderson, The Patron Saint of Plagues.

The glamour: A day hauling around the city -- mostly shopping -- with my mother and sister, after someone pulled the fire alarm this morning at nine. The fire alarm in here sounds like an air raid siren. I am so tired I think I'm punchy. *g*

No. I know I'm punchy.


Day Three:


Oh, we didn't want to do that tonight, did we?


Unexpected sale tonight! "A Brief History of Night, Before Sleep" will be appearing in a soonish issue of Chiaroscuro. So that's the first sale of 2008, sort of. I count them by when I sent them out, so technically this one falls back a bit in the official by-year count.

ETA: Um...and wow, it's up already. In this issue. Fastest sale-to-pub ever.

Also, unexpected yarn! I got some Expected Yarn: the required material and implements to make these, and then some sparkly blue on-sale stuff because it was there and on sale while at the yarn store with the blood relatives. However, [livejournal.com profile] stillnotbored's box was also full of yarn: baaaaaby alpaca, sock yarn, a pretty soft purple-pink mix. My yarn stash, previously confined to a tote bag (and my crystal fruit bowl. don't ask.) is now spilling out onto the dining room chairs and building bridges onto the table.

I put it all on my brand spanking new Ravelry profile, wherein you should friend me if you have one too, and realized I am frighteningly heavy with yarn.

I may need some new patterns. And a containment team, stat.
January 2, 2008 Progress Notes:

Above

Words today: 1550.
Words total: 15,750 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Nice, round number. And it's time to fill up the plot tank, because we've reached the point where it dribbles into vague notes and bits. And I want to make my dinner now.
Liquid Refreshment: Raspberry tea.
Munchies: Avgolemono.
Exercise: N/A.
Mail: A package notice, but I know not which package.

Darling du Jour: After months and months in General Population, where Whisper's doctors told her there were no ghosts and the ghosts told her there were no angels and she smiled her half-smile at all of them and treated them just the same, the ghosts came to her in the middle of the night and said there's a little squaw girl doctor reading to the Freaks. "Language," she told the ghosts out loud, singing it under her breath loud enough that her roommate tossed and flounced a pillow over her ears.

(Whisper makes me laugh. In flashback or in present day.)

Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: plasticky, beaking

Mean Things: The crazy girlfriend acting up. Being pitied by the middle-class chicks dumping their clothes at the Salvation Army. Everyone spatting, because they've had a bad day.
Research Roundup: Toronto asylums; ethnic slurs, for that squaw comment. The Wikipedia list of ethnic slurs sort of sinks your heart down to your kneecaps.
Books in progress: M. John Harrison, Nova Swing.

The glamour: Slush, dishes, the sending out of a story, the puttering around of the apartment. The city's under a cold-weather warning. I am sooo not going out.


Day Two:


Not bad. Weirdly enough, I had a while where I thought I was 200 words ahead of where I actually was, and was prepared to call it a day at 900. Which was really 700. Which is less than current quota, so back to the grind it was. And then, well. That worked out.



One more review of "Bears" this afternoon at [livejournal.com profile] lastshortstory: they find it weird, fun, very readable, recommended, and "makes no sense whatsoever". I feel it makes lots of sense. Bears go chomp! Oh noes! Must stop them! :D

(Well, I suppose if you're looking to explain why and how bears come from where they do, how they get out and in, and the mechanics of the chomp...it probably doesn't.)

(Um.)

(Lookit the nice polar bears!)

Thud: Above

Jan. 1st, 2008 09:04 pm
January 1, 2008 Progress Notes:

Above

Words today: 2150.
Words total: 14,200 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: I slowed enough to go finish making my pork buns, and now whatever I've done to my neck and shoulder is acting up and I oughtn't to type more.
Liquid Refreshment: Licorice spice tea.
Munchies: Buttered toast.
Exercise: N/A.
Mail: Nomail.

Darling du Jour: Whisper was part of what was called General Population: that meant that she was Sick, but not scary or a Freak or someone who couldn't be let out of her room. In General Population there were other Sick girls: they talked to walls too, and told her about midnight visits from angels and colours shifting bright inside the potted plants.
No, said the ghosts, who had heard of Whisper through a chain of whispering that stretched from her attic to the hospital in the park. We don't think those things are really there.
She met with the doctors twice a week. They didn't think the ghosts were really there. This made her wonder about the girls with the angel lovers.

Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: ghosty, spoked, wisping, fingerpainted

Mean Things: Everyone thinking your girlfriend's crazy. Being stuck in enemy territory with none of your stuff and maybe four friends to your name.
Research Roundup: N/A
Books in progress: M. John Harrison, Nova Swing.

The glamour: I made more pork buns, as I ran out. The urgency of me running out of pork buns leads me to believe this will be a new staple of the recipe rotation around here.


Day One:


Yup, I'm doing [livejournal.com profile] novel_in_90 again. For values of doing, because once the semester starts in earnest I'm going to drop to a page a day as the quota. There's just not enough mental RAM to sustain a steady novelling pace and coursework.

That said, it appears something decided it wanted to be written after all. Maybe six months of ignoring it, catlike, really might work. I have a narrative arc for the stories-between-chapters and everything.

Going to ice my shoulder now. Ouch. Dammit.
February 26, 2007 Progress Notes:

The Patron Saint of Nothing

Words today: 750.
Words total: 33,600 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Quota. Take that. *spits in book's eye*
Liquid Refreshment: Cardamom coffee.
Munchies: French toast.
Exercise: N/A.
Mail: An eight-month or so rejection from On Spec.

Darling du Jour: N/A
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A

Mean Things: Case: They were lying in wait for you. Oops. *g*
Research Roundup: Rope-making
Books in progress: Flannery O'Connor, The Complete Stories; Minister Faust, From the Notebooks of Dr. Brain; James Ellroy, The Cold Six Thousand; Textbooks.

The glamour: Okay, it doesn't suck toooo bad, but now I have to runrunrun!


I'm not even keeping track of the Novel in 90 day anymore. I think I failed it. Oh well. *g*

Also, I now have to rush to get some outside clothes on and go into the snow that has been falling allll night and alll day now, because I am going to paint ceramics with my mom and sister and sister's friend* and gift my baby plants with new pots. Which means I won't see the hockey game tonight.

So yes, if you're with me, please think crap hockey fall-on-the-ass incomplete pass and penalty-taking thoughts towards the Montreal Canadiens tonight between 7pm and 10pm.

Your nation thanks you.

*This may mean I am no longer Deathly Embarrassing, or maybe just Mostly Deathly Embarrassing, which is still partially alive!
February 10, 2007 Progress Notes:

The Patron Saint of Nothing

Words today: 850.
Words total: 32,850 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: It's over quota.
Liquid Refreshment: Water, sauvignon blanc.
Munchies: Tuna casserole.
Exercise: N/A.
Mail: Various and sundry business things over the last week.

Darling du Jour: Tom held the lamp up – it blinded. The dead guard was bubbling, skin hissing and peeling back, holes stretching through flesh and showing white bone. Mmm. Time-lapse decomposition. :D
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A

Mean Things: Lyss: Childhood reflexes that make people look at you funny.
Case: Curses! Don't whip 'em out unless you're ready for the consequences!
Research Roundup: N/A
Books in progress: Flannery O'Connor, The Complete Stories; Carrie Vaughn, Kitty Takes A Holiday; Caitlin Kiernan, Daughter of Hounds; Textbooks.

The glamour: I made blueberry muffins with a little too much butter. They taste like butter cookies now. Mmmmm.


Day Thirty-Six:
Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
17,300 / 67,500
(25.6%)


Ugh. Feh. Waaaaay behind. Hopefully I'll catch up on reading week. After I study for those tests next week.



The book is officially unsexy. All hail.
January 30, 2007 Progress Notes:

The Patron Saint of Nothing

Words today: 1000.
Words total: 32,000 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Tidy number, and I need to think about who gets PoV where for the next little bit.
Liquid Refreshment: Water.
Munchies: Lasagna.
Exercise: Two hours' walking.
Mail: Nomail, but I put two stories in the mail.

Darling du Jour: Nothing really stands out today.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A

Mean Things: Lyss: Fist of guiiiilt. And old family issues.
Case: While it's cool that you are now worth five adults' to hold you down, well, five adults.
Research Roundup: N/A
Books in progress: Flannery O'Connor, The Complete Stories; Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden; Jay Lake, Trial of Flowers; Textbooks.

The glamour: I actually had glamour for today, but I have forgotten it. This makes me feel a little silly.


Day Twenty-Five:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
16,450 / 67,500
(24.4%)


*does the catchin' up dance*



The name of the article response paper was A- this morning, which made going to Language Revitalization worth it, even if the entire class was spent saying the exact same things our readings said just in lecture format. I am still somewhat iffy about this class -- there's a lot of potential here for good discussion and a placement of our field in the world at large that I don't think is being fulfilled -- but so it goes. And I have another paper to write for next week, so I can't angst about it too hard, really.

Short Stories, on the other hand, was hilarious. Well, if you're me, maybe: we started Flannery O'Connor tonight, with a story about people driving off on their vacation and suddenly getting serial-killed. I found this awesomely, entertainingly infernokrusher: especially the bits where they drive past six graves and then a town called Tombsboro after an observation that if they get into an accident and die on the road, at least the protagonist will have clean underwear. This is clearly hilarious to all non-wrongheads. I suspect that was not how I was meant to take it: I hear there's something there about Jesus and salvation that's a more accepted reading? O well. *g*

And between the two, finished revising "Bell, Book, and Candle" so the motives and underpinnings feel like they're spelled out in big plastic magnetic letters, which probably means they're just present enough (I am sometimes the Queen of Huh? Oversubtle). And mailed it off, so now I have no stories sitting in my little drafts folder waiting to revise, which means I need to write a new story or three. I actually have a pile of ideas for once -- I am also not one of those writers who never runs out of ideas -- and will probably decide later this week which one I want to tackle, depending on whether I'm feeling silly or serious.

Forecast predicts silly. I could use some more silly stories.

And with that, I retire from the field.
January 29, 2007 Progress Notes:

The Patron Saint of Nothing

Words today: 1700.
Words total: 31,000 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Nice round number, and it's getting late.
Liquid Refreshment: Water, hot milk.
Munchies: Leftover stroganoff, beans, rice.
Exercise: An hour walking.
Mail: The acceptance from Japanese Dreams! And shiny belated holiday gifties!

Darling du Jour: Zithembe did not play snubbing games, nor was his equilibrium disturbed by men who chose to sit in shadow. He leaned over and turned up the clear-paned lamp. "District Justice."
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A

Mean Things: Catherine: Yeah, just couldn't cope with a hot boy walking by, could you?
Zithembe: Making an enemy that'll probably prove worse than he thinks.
Lyss: Getting her really kickass evening ruined by the kids' starting fights.
Case: The stabbing in the heart of someone you thought a friend selling your ass out when she thinks you're not listening.
Research Roundup: Composition of concrete, whale leather.
Books in progress: Flannery O'Connor, The Complete Stories; Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden; Jay Lake, Trial of Flowers; Textbooks.

The glamour: I love Zithembe. I love him. He is the best boy. *g*

I squeed with character love when my mom called me and she went "oo-kay...".


Day Twenty-Four:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
15,450 / 67,500
(22.9%)




Oof. And after all that, plus revising two stories and a class this morning, thus endeth my day to spam LJ (tm).

*flops*
January 28, 2007 Progress Notes:

The Patron Saint of Nothing

Words today: 1100.
Words total: 29,300 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Out of steam and still have some class reading to do.
Liquid Refreshment: Water, Moroccan Mint tea.
Munchies: Chicken stroganoff, green beans, a mix of organic brown and wild rice.
Exercise: N/A.
Mail: Nomail.

Darling du Jour: She had gowns that draped the belly and raised the bust like the finest ladies of Charybdis, patterned ocean blue and sharp bone white, the swirled red that the ancestors of the finest ladies of Charybdis had painted on their cheeks and bellies when they were warring through the pathless marshes.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A

Mean Things: Catherine: Falling off the eating people wagon hard.
Research Roundup: Green gemstones.
Books in progress: Flannery O'Connor, The Complete Stories; Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden; Jay Lake, Trial of Flowers; Textbooks.

The glamour: There seems to be this pattern this week where I am having really jarring nightmares when my alarm goes off -- being chased by hungry jaguars who are battering down the door, small animals being torn to pieces by rats, oversleeping and missing a flight to Europe, etc. -- but if I go back to sleep, my brain gives me snuggles with the Official Partner in Crime, small black baby bunnies nibbling on flowers, and the eight gripping sequels to Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?.

I'm not sure what to make of this. But I know I can't sleep in tomorrow...


Day Twenty-Three:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
13,750 / 67,500
(20.4%)




Writey writey writey today. I spent most of the afternoon plunking away at "Bell, Book, and Candle", eradicating the dreaded was and started to that had set down roots among all the regular prose. And deciding precisely what it's about -- or at least what it can be ostensibly about -- so I can build in something like an actual structure to send it out.

The momentum to send the thing out got nipped in the bud by the fact that I have maybe 15 pages of printer paper here and will need to get some more tomorrow. Ah well.


Also, it finally occurred to me that the pound of gooseberries that's been sitting in my freezer for a year and a half would make some good muffins.
January 27, 2007 Progress Notes:

The Patron Saint of Nothing

Words today: 1300.
Words total: 28,200 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: It's a nice round number.
Liquid Refreshment: Water.
Munchies: Lasagna for dinner, then some toast with lime marmalade for snack.
Exercise: N/A.
Mail: Nomail.

Darling du Jour: She lifted her head a little: they'd not given her a lot of rope to work with. She could only lift halfway, like a fight dog all tied up before they let it into the pits. Case looked away from her. It was embarrassing, watching a grown lady like that.
Tyop du Jour: --it was full of all the stories about what Izinduna did to the kids who pissed them off – burning and washtubs full of fresh-caught singers on the back--
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A

Mean Things: Case: When they drug you for surgery and you wake up tied to the bed, well, the bad thoughts show up.
Zithembe: Being pwned by his four-year-old daughter, his pregnant debate-master sister, and a small kitten.
Lyss: Here, have two rambunctious, homocidal gang children. We don't want them anymore.
Catherine: Well, now that all the dead people are bloating around our house, well we'll just have to go out for victims dinner now. Fine. Be that way.
Research Roundup: African rug patterns, birds of Venice, coral.
Books in progress: Flannery O'Connor, The Complete Stories; Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden; Jay Lake, Trial of Flowers; Textbooks.

The glamour: I actually got a buttload of stuff done today: slush, reading for three classes, making lasagna, kitchen-cleaning, words, miscellany, and a bath. And was weirdly tired throughout.


Day Twenty-Two:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
12,650 / 67,500
(18.7%)




Not much to say tonight; mostly to myself today, reading and so forth.

I used one of my Lush bath bombs tonight, the one with the sunflower petals and citrus and such in it that's supposed to wake you up (I was feeling decidedly unawake). I was sitting in the bath playing with the soaked petals, picked up the centre bit and idly shredded it, spilling the little things that would become sunflower seeds into the water.

It felt like I'd wasted food. I had to get out of the bath shortly after.
January 25, 2007 Progress Notes:

The Patron Saint of Nothing

Words today: 825.
Words total: 26,900 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Quota! And Case abruptly clammed up, and I am too tired to chase him.
Liquid Refreshment: Water.
Munchies: Tuna casserole.
Exercise: An hour walking.
Mail: Nomail.

Darling du Jour: Astringent. Once he sorted the flecks of dirt from it, astringent. It was salty with the flavour of a sailor for a father whose father had been a sailor before him, ...long enough back that the wind had beaten salt spray into and through their skins and it flowed in their blood inheritance.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A

Mean Things: Case: Surgery recovery.
Zithembe: Someone rich just got wounded in the riot you're investigating, and now you're head's gonna be on a platter if they get killed. Enjoy! *g*
Research Roundup: None, actually.
Books in progress: Katherine Mansfield, Selected Stories; Mary Wollstonecraft, Maria, or The Wrongs of Woman; Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden; Jay Lake, Trial of Flowers; Textbooks.

The glamour: It is -25 C out today. My tea froze between Sid Smith and Emmanuel College (ten minute walk). In the thermos.


Day Twenty:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
11,350 / 67,500
(16.8%)




Today in Acquisition, aka The Class Where Only Five People Contribute Out Of A Hundred, we watched the first half of a documentary that's pretty much just a basic layman's intro to linguistics proper. And it had Chomsky, and Stephen Jay Gould, and a bunch of linguist types talking, and then there on my screen was [livejournal.com profile] ozarque! And I sat bolt upright and said to my friend beside me: "Hey, I know her!" with a big smile on my face.

It is sometimes a not-unpleasant feeling when worlds collide. *g*
January 24, 2007 Progress Notes:

The Patron Saint of Nothing

Words today: 775.
Words total: 26,075 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Quota!
Liquid Refreshment: Water.
Munchies: Pasketti. Even crap Ragu sauce can be good if you dress it up with some good olive oil and grated reggiano.
Exercise: Two hours' walking.
Mail: Nomail.

Darling du Jour: "Get back to me," he said, and shook off his trail of tutees. They flocked at the edge of the Gardens, watching him and shifting like disease maggots who had grown arms and hands to notetake. Zithembe Bheka was about to work, and every young Arm-pupil in Charybdis was breathless to watch.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: notetake

Mean Things: Case: His buddy sold him out for nice dresses and (comparative) riches.
Zithembe: Yes, you have kickass magic that lets you be an awesome cop. But I will require you to eat mud to use it. :D Also, to amuse [livejournal.com profile] stillsostrange, you will now resemble Mr. T. I pity the foo that commits crime in Charybdis.
Research Roundup: Just some names.
Books in progress: Katherine Mansfield, Selected Stories; Mary Wollestonecraft, Maria, or The Wrongs of Woman; Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden; Jay Lake, Trial of Flowers; Textbooks.

The glamour: Apparently what happens when you read Mary Wollestonecraft before bed is you dream about being a single mother with a toddler and running away from something on the subway in a strange city. And being sexually harrassed by old men on the subway.

I am ascribing this dream entirely to coursework.


Day Nineteen:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
10,525 / 67,500
(15.6%)


Ay. I blew off like nine days. I am behind.

*calculates*

Oh hey, I'm only behind 3700 words. I can totally make that up. :)



Spent the whole day today over at school, doing my edumacation things. Phonology is frustrating me with its people who talk in class through the whole class, its simplicity (which makes me suspect I might be missing something really, really big) and its lack of a textbook available which means our readings are on the website in unprintable, unreadable PDFs. I suspect the unprintable bit has to do with my version of Acrobat, but the unreadable is totally scan quality. Graar.

Philosophy of Feminism, however, continues to kick ass. Today we talked about the Patriarchy.

No, really. *g*

It was actually kind of stressful: I did the reading for this week on the beach, and it was Western Patriarchal Philosophy, aka The Patriarchy Does Not Think Much Of You. So we read Aristotle, Rousseau, Kant, a snippet from the Malleus Maleficarium which was just...staggeringly hilarious in its over-the-top camp psychotic break from reality way, various other philosophers. I think I was raving and cursing on the nice beach chair under the nice umbrella. Rousseau and I are no longer friends.

The mood in class tonight was sort of...well, it really does suck to have all these bright lights of philosophy saying how you're emptyheaded, carnal and wicked. We were a little snarky. Then there was tutorial, which was quite cozy and had a bunch of people from various different majors: a few Philosophy students, yeah, but some Life Sciences and Civil Engineering types too. We did some critical thinking, which according to Kant is not attractive. :p

Then I came home and did my writing, which according to Rousseau is not attractive, so I suppose I shall never score with either Kant or Rousseau. I am not crying.

Now, bath and some reading for Acquisition, and then bed.
January 16, 2007 Progress Notes:

The Patron Saint of Nothing

Words today: 750.
Words total: 25,300 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Quota, bitch.
Liquid Refreshment: Water, Cyclone tea (decaf).
Munchies: Chicken stroganoff and brown rice.
Exercise: Two hours' walking.
Mail: Nomail.

Darling du Jour: "Go," she whispered from the space between nose and mouth, exhaled it sour into the trees with a topnote of imperative: bee-spit and sunlight and a flick of the food-smell that meant hunger.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A

Mean Things: Case: Strapped to the hospital bed because they don't trust him not to run off on his one good leg. And oh, child, control your temper. It's not serving you well.
Lyss: Enjoy your snugglies while you get 'em.
Research Roundup: Aspens, Zulu bead code, Zulu colour symbolism, dye plants, indigo plants and production.
Books in progress: Katherine Mansfield, Selected Stories; Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden; Jay Lake, Trial of Flowers; Textbooks.

The glamour: I got my hot water fixed this morning, conveniently five minutes before my alarm was to go off (the maintenance guy knocking woke me up). While I realize the lack of a daily hot shower is a First World Problem (tm), I missed my shower. My shower soothes me. It has nice water to dissolve ideas into my brain.

In celebration, and because it is cold and I am SO CRANKY right now like you wouldn't believe, I am going into my hot bath with my bath bomb from Lush and not coming out.


Day Eleven:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
9,750 / 67,500
(14.4%)


I have a remote army of all-seeing attack bees now.

Just for [livejournal.com profile] ksumnersmith. *g*



No talk now. Bath now.

Go make me up some killin' styles instead.
January 15, 2007 Progress Notes:

The Patron Saint of Nothing

Words today: 1600.
Words total: 24,600 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: End of scene, and so hungry my hands are shaking.
Liquid Refreshment: Lychee tea. Also not a great idea.
Munchies: Raspberry muffins, some cheese, bananas.
Exercise: N/A.
Mail: Nomail.

Darling du Jour: Lyss turned on one foot precise as only a citizen of the Elisaria could, used to the grace of navigating small spaces on uneven and slippery floors.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: overpolished, smartmouthed, waterbird, unembarrassable

Mean Things: Case: Bullied by a charity clinic nurse via the simple expedient of "you let us operate on the leg or you'll lose it".
Lyss: Getting squidgy on the personal boundaries issues. And someone just let slip a secret! Heh heh heh.
Research Roundup: Just dipping back into the Zulu names sites.
Books in progress: Katherine Mansfield, Selected Stories; Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden; Jay Lake, Trial of Flowers; Textbooks.

The glamour: Soooo I went down to the office today and put in a work order to fix the hot water tap, and they said "soon" so I hung around here all afternoon and into the evening. Whence I went down to the office and said "wtf?" and they said "oh it's in the pile for tomorrow".

I sorta had errands to run today.

Hate.


Day Ten:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
9,000 / 67,500
(13.3%)


So...since I'm away four days this weekend, I only need to do 1250 words a day for the next three days to stay on target for the week. >.<

...maybe I'll catch up when I get home.



Okay, my hands are shaking from the general lack of eating going down around here. Baaaad monkeybrain to abuse the meatpuppet so.

I will be interesting once there's dinner on the table.
January 14, 2007 Progress Notes:

The Patron Saint of Nothing

Words today: 750.
Words total: 23,000 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Quota, and I wanted to finish "A Thousand" tonight.


"A Thousand"

Words today: 1400 last night when it was only technically Sunday, 750 just now.
Words total: 3850 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: I think something went off the rails in terms of motivations, and I can't quite pin it down. Need to think.
Liquid Refreshment: Water.
Munchies: Not yet.
Exercise: Half-hour walking.
Mail: Nomail.

Darling du Jour: Paper rustles in his messenger bag as it bounces against his hip: ocean, house, stars, the world jumbled together and turned upside-down. He walks softer, as to not disturb it.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A

Mean Things: Lyss: Fell asleep sitting down and now she has a backache. Had to be the Bearer of Bad News to a nine-year-old kid.
Research Roundup: Nothing today, actually.
Books in progress: Katherine Mansfield, Selected Stories; Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden; Jay Lake, Trial of Flowers; Textbooks.

The glamour: I have the mozzarella! And officially now possess enough food to survive at least three weeks in case of polar bear and wendigo invasion, perishable elements of which I will hopefully get cooked and frozen so they don't go bad while I'm out of town.

Also, in the continuing saga of the water, I shut off my hot water tap in the shower this morning and it never stopped turning. Now I cannot turn the hot water on. Sigh.


Day Nine:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
7,400 / 67,500
(11.0%)




So yesterday afternoon when I was getting ready to go out to the market, I joked that I was going in order to lay in some mooseflesh in the face of the impending winter*. [livejournal.com profile] matociquala asked if this started tomorrow, and I said yes. Or possibly at five in the evening.

(She then told me to be careful of wendigoes, but that's peripheral to this anecdote. *g*)

So when I woke up this morning and the ground was covered liberally in nice, white, real stick-around snow, our communal psychic powers gave me a shiver of fear. :p

*Up to yesterday afternoon, we have not had but one two-hour flurry here all winter. Yesterday was sunny and more like March weather.
January 13, 2007 Progress Notes:

The Patron Saint of Nothing

Words today: 1250.
Words total: 22,250 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: My head is hurty again! Although this time it might be one of those Eating Food issues.
Liquid Refreshment: Water.
Munchies: There was to be lasagne tonight, but I was thwarted by my lack of mozzarella. So it'll be pasketti bolognese instead. Lasagne day is moved to tomorrow.
Exercise: Two hours' walking while I did the groceries.
Mail: Nomail.

Darling du Jour: Case curled up as small as he could between the walls of the canal-boat, under the seats. He smelled it now, a bitter wild smell like a stove gone uncleaned for years and years and then stuffed full of the worst summer rubbish you could get. It caught in his throat; he tried to clear it and that just bought him a look dirtier than the stove.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: gravitas

Mean Things: Qara and Sakhile, Rogue Xenobiologists: Hits on the head! Getting escape dangled in front of them and snatched away! Creepiness of trees!
Case: Something in his home district is burning. It might be his house. :D
Lyss: Y'know, it really sucks when you finally get up the guts to ask the guy who's been courting you home and he says "no, too tired".
Research Roundup: History of blood transfusion. Apparently this killed a lot of people back around 1550-1800, but since Charybdis is pretty much gaslight era right now I'll let them have that one for free.
Books in progress: Katherine Mansfield, Selected Stories; Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden; Jay Lake, Trial of Flowers; Textbooks.

The glamour: St. Lawrence Market! For the first time in a long while. I decided I was tired of paying through the ear for meat from Cumbrae's (yes, city's most expensive butcher, conveniently located around the corner from me) and hiked down there to get the groceries. I have cowflesh and chickenflesh and cheese(flesh) and basil lasagna noodles and strawberries and raspberries for muffins, and a few other things I needed like more olive oil and yeast for baking. I remembered everything, actually, except the mozzarella. *headdesk*


Day Eight:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
6,650 / 67,500
(9.9%)


Thank you god we are through the riot. And add in one more transition tomorrow and we're through Chapter Four, the Chapter That Dare Not Speak Its Suck, as well. Qara and Sakhile get demerits for monopolizing almost 4000 words of action in a row.


I needed a quiet day today, I think. Well, a Being To Myself day: wasn't exactly quiet. Went out and got more groceries than I could carry -- cabbed home sheepishly -- and read for Patriarchy Class, wrote, puttered around the kitchen some, about to start dinner. I suspect I will want to be to myself tomorrow too, and it occurs to me that I have Monday off, since the tutorial I have Monday afternoons doesn't actually start until next week. When I will miss it, being in Florida. Oops. *g*

Yes, I am going to Florida. Friday to Monday. The story of that trip goes like this:

(Scene: Early December.)

Phone: *ring ring*
Me: Hello?
My Mom: Hi. It's cold and grey and it sucks here. D'you want to go to the beach in January?
Me: Um, sure. Can we coordinate that around everyone's schedules?
My Mom: No, just you and me. We'll laze in the warmness and play card games and read books and drink margaritas and eat fresh lobster that they just took out of the ocean five minutes ago and do things like that.
Me: ...oh, oh no, twist my arm harder.

So I am going to Florida. *g* I have ordered a bikini for this from the internets, since this summer I revisited the bathingsuits I got when I was 17 (scene of my last bathingsuit purchase) and...well...no. Just no. It's not happening. I'm currently hoping the nice grey bikini with sparkles shows up before I get on a plane. It might be a near thing.

I still haven't decided what this'll mean for [livejournal.com profile] novel_in_90 wordcount. Clearly, LIKE SHIT am I working when I go to the beach. I guess I'll make it up a little before, a little after?

And oh yes, ping me with a snail-mail address if you want a silly postcard while I'm there. :p


Now I am going to make my dinner before I expire and never make it to Florida.
January 12, 2007 Progress Notes:

The Patron Saint of Nothing

Words today: 750.
Words total: 21,000 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: My head is hurty.
Liquid Refreshment: Water.
Munchies: Sushi. I have no food in the house, and was not inclined to rectify that after my shift tonight.
Exercise: Shelving.
Mail: Nomail.

Darling du Jour: One childhood summer Qara had bit into a half-rotted peach, and the tingling metallic thickness of congealed juice tasted just like the damp dirt squeezing between her lips.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A

Mean Things: Qara and Sakhile, Rogue Xenobiologists: Being tied up! Eating dirt! Committing homicide! Guilt!
Case: Got the answer to a question he really didn't actually want.
Lyss: Bitchy bitchy roommate at a not-good time.
Research Roundup: Whale oil, history of gas stoves.
Books in progress: Katherine Mansfield, Selected Stories; Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden; Jay Lake, Trial of Flowers.

The glamour: I was at Lush tonight to pick up some deodorant for my mom, who had asked this of me earlier this week, and decided to get myself a pair of bath bombs. Then the cashier said "well you have over $35 of stuff here, so you can pick out two more bath bombs or soaps or something for free". Now I have four bath bombs. Life is twice as good. :)


Day Seven:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
5,400 / 67,500
(8.0%)


So I missed last night -- we were at Jana's until 11:30pm and thus, midnight slipped by without me having made words, but after today, I made the week on points.

Considering the workload I suspect I have coming out of school this semester, this may be the only week ever I make quota. :p



Language Acquisition yesterday afternoon, in which I Made A Friend (tm): the girl sitting next to me struck up a conversation and we found out we moved in some of the same circles as kids, even though she's three years older. Traded e-mail addresses and such. *g*

The class itself looks good -- the professor opened it with a few really funny anecdotes and then a screening of this Nature of Things episode on how children acquire language from the seventies. There were unfortunate haircuts. There was shameless eating up of broadcast time with cute small children doing cute toddler talk things that weren't strictly necessary to prove the points of the comprehension experiments. The part of me that is a hopeless goober for other people's small kids melted in a little happy puddle in the chair.

As for today, this sums it up well. Oh yeah, and we got a new Christopher Moore in and shelved a bit. :p


In conclusion: JesusChristtired. I'm crawling off to bed shortly.
January 10, 2007 Progress Notes:

The Patron Saint of Nothing

Words today: 1000.
Words total: 20,250 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: I have been informed by Management that what I thought was my Big Evil is really more a miniboss kind of evil. And there is a Bigger Evil. I feel like I'm writing a Final Fantasy game. And then I got annoyed and quit for the night.
Liquid Refreshment: Water.
Munchies: Delivery pizza and wings. About once every six months I forget that the grease content of this -- regardless of where it's ordered from -- makes me terribly sick and I eat it. I remember now. :p
Exercise: Hour and change walking.
Mail: Nomail.

Darling du Jour: The breath of the trees smelled of foul ice, the dirty skin that formed atop the canals for three days at the very heart of a Charybdean winter. It smelled of dead fish and sewage and the last leavings of a life gone to despair, saccharine with rot, heavy with flesh.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: treeflesh, snugged

Mean Things: Qara and Sakhile, Rogue Xenobiologists: The treeees! The treeeees! Also, having a knife pressed up near your kidney bit is extra threatening when you're trained in biology.
Research Roundup: Kidney injuries, physiognomy, eye movement and lying.
Books in progress: Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden; Jay Lake, Trial of Flowers.

The glamour: Today there was water, but only hot water, because there was a leak in the pipe and they were fixing the cold water. I nearly burned my hand on the hot water, but I did not. Hopefully tomorrow all water will be as standard.


Day Five:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
4,650 / 67,500
(6.9%)




Two classes today: Phonology, aka Refugee Camp for Survivors of Last Semester's Syntax Class (really, half the class was there) and Philosophy of Feminism.

The first looks like it'll be good if a lot of fiddly work: I've had the instructor as a TA before and he was great. Unfortunately, the mouthy princess who was in two of my classes last semester who asks questions about stuff she'd have caught if she was paying attention in this entitled little tone is there too. Perhaps she will have a fatal shark accident or something. Until then, I shall sit away from her.

*adjusts rocking chair and shotgun*

Philosophy of Feminism, or as it shall be henceforth called, Patriarchy Class, is daunting me. There is 80 pages of reading per week on the doings of the Patriarchy. I feel that the Patriarchy might want to slow the hell down, since I have four other classes. I'm a little concerned I don't have enough background to take this thing -- my only training in the sort of formalism aspects of equity studies is all to do with sociolinguistics -- but...well, that's part of why I'm taking it. I had a few realizations from last summer's big LJ brushfire about race and gender, and one of them was that I am decidedly not educated about the theoretical end of these issues. I can't even join in half the discussions, because I don't know the terms and their history, and people who use them can't seem to explain them because they're so entrenched in their dialogues.

I want to be in the discussion here.

We already have the first project, which is to make concrete observations on sexism and genderism in the world at large and apply certain theoretical ideas to them, analyze based on those theoretical ideas.

Yes, my homework is to write about everybody's sexism for marks.

I'm watching you and taking notes, internets. :p
January 9, 2007 Progress Notes:

The Patron Saint of Nothing

Words today: 800.
Words total: 19,250 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: This is the most interminable, boring, tedious, mellow, hippieish flashpoint riot ever. Get it away from me. I cannot look upon its face.
Liquid Refreshment: Soy chai thingy that I don't think is sitting well.
Munchies: Leftover chicken and rice.
Exercise: 1 hour walking.
Mail: A nice review from IROSF for "Lost Wax". And then [livejournal.com profile] slushmaster was nice about it too!

Darling du Jour: Nothing really darlingy today.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A.

Mean Things: Qara and Sakhile, Rogue Xenobiologists: Dudes, you really need to study your local customs before marching in to do science. Lest you find yourselves tied up and being trundled off to a teenage ganglord's place.
Case: Beat it, it's the fuzz!
Lyss: For the last time, not a child-stealing heretic! Also, the sadness of working a job with a uniform.
Research Roundup: Actually none today, for once. Today is all verrrry sloooow stabbing.
Books in progress: John Scalzi, The Android's Dream; Jay Lake, Trial of Flowers.

The glamour: Sooo yeah, I had no water this morning when I woke up. This was sad. I went to school hungry and my tummy burbled until I made it out to the coffeeshop at break.


Day Four:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
3,650 / 67,500
(5.4%)


*dances* I! am! aheee-ead! I! am! aheee-ead!


So today was the first day of classes, wherein we attended Revitalizing Languages and learned that it is going to be quite cool. I am getting that burn of guilt you get in fourth-year courses where they cheerfully talk about when you're going on to grad school, and the few of you who know you're not going to grad school* look at each other with these furtive, guilty glances and try to sink into the background.

However, it is good and well that there are enough people I know in that class to have those glances in the first place, and it was nice to catch up with people I didn't have classes with last semester, but know from the year before. And for once I will take a course in the department with a practical application. Joy. :)

This evening was Short Story Collections, which is full of English students. 'Nuff said. We shall not be moved. :p


And in closing, in the process of thinking up more creative mocks for people who didn't make their [livejournal.com profile] novel_in_90 wordcount today, I have rediscovered a joy of my life: the Mockerie! Mockerie! Heritage Minute video. Anyone Canadian and within ten years of my age will have lovely, lovely memories of sitting in movie theatres through this ad and shouting Mockerie! Mockerie! along with it, and then dissolving into giggles, and feeling a warm glow as you knew that the whole theatre had done the same thing, and you were all united together: one nation, truly Canadians. :D


*I could go to grad school, but it would require a serious lift in my GPA, the wherewithal to study further, and two more years of being student poor. I am tired of being student poor. I am twenty-four years old with a year left in my undergrad degree and I want my life back already thank you.
January 7, 2007 Progress Notes:

The MASTER of LIBERAL ARTS

Words today: 1100.
Words total: 1100 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: I was overwhelmed by my own silliness and had to go to bed (this was on the technical side of January 7 last night).

The Patron Saint of Nothing

Words today: 1200.
Words total: 17,550 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Going to see Pan's Labyrinth with The People!
Liquid Refreshment: Aforementioned Russian Caravan tea.
Munchies: Last of the tuna casserole, then cheese toast later.
Exercise: N/A.
Mail: N/A.

Darling du Jour: Missus Mchumba's boil was bigger than ever, and he'd felt a bit of queasy shame when he looked at it, red through the thin and picked-at hanky she had up there like a dancing-girl's veil, if they made those old and snooty and so they banged and sighed like someone was dying if you didn't adopt them your own mama just because they'd made oatmeal for the house.

(I love Case. He's such a little shit.)

Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: pantlegs, headcrest.

Mean Things: Qara and Sakhile, Rogue Xenobiologists: Getting hiiiiigh on Miracle Honey. Spoiling their research animals for a handy re-use as dinner.
Case: Ow, leg! And feeling bad about that cursing his flatmate thing he did back in the first chapter.
Research Roundup: Layout of human perinasal sinuses, history of Russia, salamander biology and reproduction.
Books in progress: Ursula K. Le Guin, Tehanu; Jay Lake, Trial of Flowers.

The glamour: Apricot red wine chicken for dinner tonight!



Day Two:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
1,950 / 67,500
(2.9%)


A funny thing is happening, although it is familiar because it has happened before. I have to push and shove and kick to get the first 400 or so words out two days in a row, but then...it addicts. I want to do nothing but write. I've already written more this weekend then I did all of December. When I get home from the movie I expect I'll try to write some more.

(Also, we learn that PSoN words are about three times harder to get than short story or script words. They make me sweat and stumble and stop and beg the internets longingly for a distraction.)

Hopefully I'll get the manic thing out of my system by Tuesday morning. 'Cause that's the beginning of semester... *g*



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