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Thud: Above, Reviews
Jan. 2nd, 2008 05:57 pmJanuary 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]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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!)
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
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!)
