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July 2, 2008 Progress Notes:
Saturnalia
Words today: 600.
Words total: 600.
Reason for stopping: That's all the notes I have.
Munchies: Yogourt.
Darling du Jour: Lovers reconcile; lost ghosts make their final parting. In the second hour between midnight and one there is a thin suspension. Not the wild suspension of Saturnalia; that is anarchy, and anarchy is less a reprieve from rule-making and rule-taking than a crook in their direction. In who makes the rules, in who takes them. But tonight the hour of one a.m. gets a rewrite; tonight if you screwed it up, you can do it all again.
[NAME] picks the second hour for this reason also: he wants no second chances.
Words Matthew Won't Admit to Knowing:
Mean Things: A serious body count inside the prologue. And, some might argue, having a prologue. :p
Research Roundup: Saturnalia the festival. Types of gears. A few reference photos.
Books in progress: Charles Stross, Saturn's Children; Patricia Briggs, Blood Bound; Robertson Davies, The Lyre of Orpheus.
The glamour: It is much too early to have glamour.
It woke me up this morning. Or more accurately, kept me from sleeping, since I'd been reading until almost dawn and then when I finally closed my eyes to try and get a few hours, my brain started patiently piecing this book together until I sat up, head buzzing, with the structure and the loose plot and not just the first line of the prologue but the opening of the first chapter too, and that's what tipped it over and made me put in the contacts and turn on the computer to work.
They still need names. I only have one name, and it's possibly the least important character in the room at this juncture. But I now know how the machine at the heart of the city and Saturnalia-the-festival and Not!Trent and his frock coat and two washed-up meth-addicted musicians and the one repeated hour a year fit together. And I am a little in love.
Above is due to wrap up inside a week. I guess I know what I'm working on next. :)
Saturnalia
Words today: 600.
Words total: 600.
Reason for stopping: That's all the notes I have.
Munchies: Yogourt.
Darling du Jour: Lovers reconcile; lost ghosts make their final parting. In the second hour between midnight and one there is a thin suspension. Not the wild suspension of Saturnalia; that is anarchy, and anarchy is less a reprieve from rule-making and rule-taking than a crook in their direction. In who makes the rules, in who takes them. But tonight the hour of one a.m. gets a rewrite; tonight if you screwed it up, you can do it all again.
[NAME] picks the second hour for this reason also: he wants no second chances.
Mean Things: A serious body count inside the prologue. And, some might argue, having a prologue. :p
Research Roundup: Saturnalia the festival. Types of gears. A few reference photos.
Books in progress: Charles Stross, Saturn's Children; Patricia Briggs, Blood Bound; Robertson Davies, The Lyre of Orpheus.
The glamour: It is much too early to have glamour.
It woke me up this morning. Or more accurately, kept me from sleeping, since I'd been reading until almost dawn and then when I finally closed my eyes to try and get a few hours, my brain started patiently piecing this book together until I sat up, head buzzing, with the structure and the loose plot and not just the first line of the prologue but the opening of the first chapter too, and that's what tipped it over and made me put in the contacts and turn on the computer to work.
They still need names. I only have one name, and it's possibly the least important character in the room at this juncture. But I now know how the machine at the heart of the city and Saturnalia-the-festival and Not!Trent and his frock coat and two washed-up meth-addicted musicians and the one repeated hour a year fit together. And I am a little in love.
Above is due to wrap up inside a week. I guess I know what I'm working on next. :)
