July 13, 2008 Progress Notes:
Saturnalia
Words today: 400.
Words total: 1000.
Reason for stopping: It's late.
Munchies: Sourdough with cheese and sundried tomatoes.
Darling du Jour: Pretty, of course. It didn't matter that he was fat and forty; Gregory had a knack for a pretty piece of ass. Redhead, the kind too bright to be natural. Pale white freckled skin. The blue on her nails probably polish; too bright against the candlelight to be cold.
"We can't feed her," [NAME] said shortly, and gave it the fuck up.
Mean Things: End of the woooorld!
Research Roundup: Janus, frock coats, guitar strings and weather (and general guitar maintenance), the side effects of methamphetamine addiction.
Books in progress: Cormac McCarthy, The Road.
The glamour: A great deal of shuttling around the city visiting various family members.
I still have four characters and only two names, but it's two now instead of one, and Janus is right right right, from the second it finally floated into my head to the actual significance it holds. Change; doors and gateways; the past and the future. That's our Not!Trent, all right.
(Okay, five characters and only two names. Mister Nameless up there in the darling notifies me that his guitar has a name too. Do we know what it is? Of course not.)
Two names. And the contents of the prologue, more or less, and a plan for the first chapter, and the opening of the second, and the image -- even if it's a metaphor, and I think it is, and know not yet for what -- that is how they might save the world. And then the epilogue, on Front Street.
O Hell. I think this train is rolling again. Watch out. :p
Saturnalia
Words today: 400.
Words total: 1000.
Reason for stopping: It's late.
Munchies: Sourdough with cheese and sundried tomatoes.
Darling du Jour: Pretty, of course. It didn't matter that he was fat and forty; Gregory had a knack for a pretty piece of ass. Redhead, the kind too bright to be natural. Pale white freckled skin. The blue on her nails probably polish; too bright against the candlelight to be cold.
"We can't feed her," [NAME] said shortly, and gave it the fuck up.
Mean Things: End of the woooorld!
Research Roundup: Janus, frock coats, guitar strings and weather (and general guitar maintenance), the side effects of methamphetamine addiction.
Books in progress: Cormac McCarthy, The Road.
The glamour: A great deal of shuttling around the city visiting various family members.
I still have four characters and only two names, but it's two now instead of one, and Janus is right right right, from the second it finally floated into my head to the actual significance it holds. Change; doors and gateways; the past and the future. That's our Not!Trent, all right.
(Okay, five characters and only two names. Mister Nameless up there in the darling notifies me that his guitar has a name too. Do we know what it is? Of course not.)
Two names. And the contents of the prologue, more or less, and a plan for the first chapter, and the opening of the second, and the image -- even if it's a metaphor, and I think it is, and know not yet for what -- that is how they might save the world. And then the epilogue, on Front Street.
O Hell. I think this train is rolling again. Watch out. :p