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Thud: Urban Fantasy Thingy
November 17, 2006 Progress Notes:
Untitled Urban Fantasy/New Weird Thingy
Words today: 700.
Words total: 11,500 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: I'm tiiiiired.
Tea: Blueberry-raspberry juice instead. I should probably rename this category to "Beverage", actually.
Munchies: Tuna casserole.
Exercise: An hour walking.
Mail: Nomail. I might whip out The Voodoo soon if the mail doesn't shape up.
Other Writing-Related Work: Bookselling, slush second-reads I've put off too long.
Darling du Jour: Lyss felt the blood coming into her cheeks. She looked down at the brown-tiled floor, the little rivers of astringent cleaner that crosscut it along grouted canalbeds.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A
Mean Things: Case: Not getting any PoV tonight!
Lyss: Mild shock over realizing a kid almost died in her lap.
Books in progress: Textbooks, Peter Watts, Blindsight; James Ellroy, American Tabloid.
The glamour: Vacation pay, early! And I sorted out that if I bring my old busted desk chair over to the desk again, it is precisely the right height to put my legs on, so I no longer have to try and squish my legs into a desk chair with plastic arms and have limbs fall asleep or bruise (I like to sit scrunched-up when I work). This revelation only took me a month. Yes, I am one of your leaders of tomorrow. :p
This was another of those nights where it was fifty minutes' research and talking out the worldbuilding logic to every hundred words. Tonight's research included:
Fertility symbols
Uses of ash
Chemical composition of bones (with a whole digression into compounds and pH, since I haven't thought about pH since grade ten)
Fish species of the Mediterranean
Molasses
Whisky production
I wonder if Google thinks I am some bizarre breed of bioterrorist. If not, this'll do it:
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cristalia: Aw damn, I need this religion's equivalent of a cross.
ringwoodcomics: shovel!
ringwoodcomics: hee. no.
cristalia: For shoveling the babies out? *g*
ringwoodcomics: was thinking for the dead folks, but no. hrm.
ringwoodcomics: something fertility though.
cristalia: Yeah, I'm thinking fertility/phallic, but want to be creative about it.
cristalia: The society's been there a while, they wouldn't just have like penis keychains.
cristalia: ...
cristalia: *googles penis keychain*
They exist, by the way. Here's one now.
The internet is a fantastic place.
Untitled Urban Fantasy/New Weird Thingy
Words today: 700.
Words total: 11,500 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: I'm tiiiiired.
Tea: Blueberry-raspberry juice instead. I should probably rename this category to "Beverage", actually.
Munchies: Tuna casserole.
Exercise: An hour walking.
Mail: Nomail. I might whip out The Voodoo soon if the mail doesn't shape up.
Other Writing-Related Work: Bookselling, slush second-reads I've put off too long.
Darling du Jour: Lyss felt the blood coming into her cheeks. She looked down at the brown-tiled floor, the little rivers of astringent cleaner that crosscut it along grouted canalbeds.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A
Mean Things: Case: Not getting any PoV tonight!
Lyss: Mild shock over realizing a kid almost died in her lap.
Books in progress: Textbooks, Peter Watts, Blindsight; James Ellroy, American Tabloid.
The glamour: Vacation pay, early! And I sorted out that if I bring my old busted desk chair over to the desk again, it is precisely the right height to put my legs on, so I no longer have to try and squish my legs into a desk chair with plastic arms and have limbs fall asleep or bruise (I like to sit scrunched-up when I work). This revelation only took me a month. Yes, I am one of your leaders of tomorrow. :p
This was another of those nights where it was fifty minutes' research and talking out the worldbuilding logic to every hundred words. Tonight's research included:
Fertility symbols
Uses of ash
Chemical composition of bones (with a whole digression into compounds and pH, since I haven't thought about pH since grade ten)
Fish species of the Mediterranean
Molasses
Whisky production
I wonder if Google thinks I am some bizarre breed of bioterrorist. If not, this'll do it:
cristalia: Aw damn, I need this religion's equivalent of a cross.ringwoodcomics: shovel!ringwoodcomics: hee. no.cristalia: For shoveling the babies out? *g*ringwoodcomics: was thinking for the dead folks, but no. hrm.ringwoodcomics: something fertility though.cristalia: Yeah, I'm thinking fertility/phallic, but want to be creative about it.cristalia: The society's been there a while, they wouldn't just have like penis keychains.cristalia: ...cristalia: *googles penis keychain*They exist, by the way. Here's one now.
The internet is a fantastic place.