Thud: Caravanserai
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leahbobetFebruary 18, 2007 Progress Notes:
"Caravanserai"
Words today: 500.
Words total: 500 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: My opening scene is borked and I need to think about it.
Liquid Refreshment: Water.
Munchies: Sushi. What, I was studying, I deserved it!
Exercise: N/A.
Mail: A passup notice from Realms of Fantasy, poetry rejection.
Darling du Jour: Malakai remembers the king from when she was a maiden. If you catch him on a rare night, drunken and bathed and – most rarely – sweet-tempered, he will speak softly about carrion-crow black hair and straight-toed feet that could climb niche by cornice the skeleton-bright towers of Ter'etzlan. The story always stops before the maiden cuts her hair.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: swordpoint, spired
Mean Things: Banishment, whipping, betrayal.
Research Roundup: Arab names, Roma names, sea bottoms, quicksand, desert cities.
Books in progress: Flannery O'Connor, The Complete Stories; Catherynne M. Valente, In the Night Garden; Textbooks.
The glamour: Advil has caffiene in it. This was a cause of great consternation at 1am last night.
I entirely wrote tonight because I was supposed to be doing something else, but I won't turn it away. I've been trying to get this story to click for a month now -- off some jotted-down looping notes from my bedside pad of paper -- and it just seemed a little too...pat, y'know? Dead on the page. Problem solved before it was even presented.
But with this new bit I think it'll work, even as a very, very different story. I suspect I have to ditch the opening scene.
Not much else to say. I have literally been studying all weekend, when I wasn't writing, sleeping, watching hockey, and curling up in bed napping off some pain this afternoon. The plus of having a deferred exam? A lot of this is in my long-term memory now, and needs but a poke to wake it up. The minus? A significant amount, well...is not.
Think of me between two and four tomorrow afternoon. *g*
"Caravanserai"
Words today: 500.
Words total: 500 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: My opening scene is borked and I need to think about it.
Liquid Refreshment: Water.
Munchies: Sushi. What, I was studying, I deserved it!
Exercise: N/A.
Mail: A passup notice from Realms of Fantasy, poetry rejection.
Darling du Jour: Malakai remembers the king from when she was a maiden. If you catch him on a rare night, drunken and bathed and – most rarely – sweet-tempered, he will speak softly about carrion-crow black hair and straight-toed feet that could climb niche by cornice the skeleton-bright towers of Ter'etzlan. The story always stops before the maiden cuts her hair.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: swordpoint, spired
Mean Things: Banishment, whipping, betrayal.
Research Roundup: Arab names, Roma names, sea bottoms, quicksand, desert cities.
Books in progress: Flannery O'Connor, The Complete Stories; Catherynne M. Valente, In the Night Garden; Textbooks.
The glamour: Advil has caffiene in it. This was a cause of great consternation at 1am last night.
I entirely wrote tonight because I was supposed to be doing something else, but I won't turn it away. I've been trying to get this story to click for a month now -- off some jotted-down looping notes from my bedside pad of paper -- and it just seemed a little too...pat, y'know? Dead on the page. Problem solved before it was even presented.
But with this new bit I think it'll work, even as a very, very different story. I suspect I have to ditch the opening scene.
Not much else to say. I have literally been studying all weekend, when I wasn't writing, sleeping, watching hockey, and curling up in bed napping off some pain this afternoon. The plus of having a deferred exam? A lot of this is in my long-term memory now, and needs but a poke to wake it up. The minus? A significant amount, well...is not.
Think of me between two and four tomorrow afternoon. *g*
