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Thud: Above
Jun. 13th, 2008 12:31 amJune 12, 2008 Progress Notes:
Above
Words today: 2000.
Words total: 48,500 MS Word, 59,500 SMF.
Reason for stopping: Round number. And there's something unnatural about pushing for 2500 in one day, even though I probably could. I get this sense that I'm degrading quality if I stretch it out toooo far. I am taking the fact that this scene feels wrong as supporting evidence for this bias.
Liquid Refreshment: Water, scotch.
Munchies: Beastflesh and couscous, and then strawberries for dessert.
Darling du Jour: They broke my Papa's feet for the third time when he was sixteen and old enough to know pain. He screamed and screamed through the shot to take the hurt away, and screamed after when he woke up and his feet were covered in plaster casts to make them grow out normal.
Words Matthew Won't Admit to Knowing: Nothing today.
Mean Things: Being so damn tired you've run out of panic.
Research Roundup: N/A
Books in progress: Textbooks.
The glamour: The handing-in of papers, class, mailing a story, and working the signing tonight (although there wasn't that much work to do). If I'm good and lucky, I can maybe get this grant package put together before bed.
I am starting to think that 80k was ambitious for this. Maybe I should nudge that meter up to 90k. Maybe I actually have less to do here than I thought.
Either way, I am not largely happy with tonight's work -- it feels rushed, not quite in voice, and I don't know if that's me reading it over or if it's not right. I am going to do this synopsis, print out everything, and take myself to bed.
Growf.
ETA, 2:26 am: We have grant application, packed up and ready to go. Now I go thud.
Above
Words today: 2000.
Words total: 48,500 MS Word, 59,500 SMF.
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59,500 / 80,000 (74.4%) |
Reason for stopping: Round number. And there's something unnatural about pushing for 2500 in one day, even though I probably could. I get this sense that I'm degrading quality if I stretch it out toooo far. I am taking the fact that this scene feels wrong as supporting evidence for this bias.
Liquid Refreshment: Water, scotch.
Munchies: Beastflesh and couscous, and then strawberries for dessert.
Darling du Jour: They broke my Papa's feet for the third time when he was sixteen and old enough to know pain. He screamed and screamed through the shot to take the hurt away, and screamed after when he woke up and his feet were covered in plaster casts to make them grow out normal.
Words Matthew Won't Admit to Knowing: Nothing today.
Mean Things: Being so damn tired you've run out of panic.
Research Roundup: N/A
Books in progress: Textbooks.
The glamour: The handing-in of papers, class, mailing a story, and working the signing tonight (although there wasn't that much work to do). If I'm good and lucky, I can maybe get this grant package put together before bed.
I am starting to think that 80k was ambitious for this. Maybe I should nudge that meter up to 90k. Maybe I actually have less to do here than I thought.
Either way, I am not largely happy with tonight's work -- it feels rushed, not quite in voice, and I don't know if that's me reading it over or if it's not right. I am going to do this synopsis, print out everything, and take myself to bed.
Growf.
ETA, 2:26 am: We have grant application, packed up and ready to go. Now I go thud.
