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Thud: The Patron Saint of Nothing
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:
*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.
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:
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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.