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Bunk now. Bakson.
Aug. 6th, 2008
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Aug. 6th, 2008 12:58 pmcristullmonster performs The Internets a public service: Trent Reznor's Hair: A Retrospective.Guh.
Bunk now. Bakson.
August 6, 2008 Progress Notes:
Above
Pages today: 29.
Pages total: 29/264. Yep, that's short. I printed it out in 10 pt. and double-sided to assuage my tree-killer guilt.
Reason for stopping: They very politely kicked me out of the noodle shop so they could close.
Munchies: Beef noodles with peanut sauce, mango cheesecake, iced chai.
Books in progress: Jeffrey Ford, The Memoranda.
The glamour: Baked the bread I started last night (which rose really nicely), resume work, garden puttering.
I printed this out on Sunday, when I finally opened the file and my eyes didn't glaze over in self-defense. And then it sat on my desk for three days, waiting for the general restlessness and avoidance and feeling that I'm a listless waste of space that I've been nursing for the better part of a week to wear off. I'm not good at waiting, or doing nothing, and job-hunting (even with my two work shifts a week) is a lot of waiting and doing nothing. This is what happens to me when I don't have active and tangible projects to throw myself into.
So I finally got myself up and took this manuscript out to dinner mostly because that feeling wasn't wearing off, and that means I've been in this apartment much too much. Memo to self: if you're bored and restless and focusless and getting all with the self-hate because of that?
Go outside. Sometimes the damn ennui is being done to you by you.
(Signed, Self.)
I marked up the first 30 pages a lot more than I expected to, and this is going to be slower and take more thought than I expected. I worked for a good two hours, and a lot of it was fiddling with words, moving beats in sentences, changing little details and emotional timbres of an exchange to seed in things that'll fruit later, or to...run the threads of ideas introduced early into a needle, to pull them through the fabric of the rest of the book. My major thing to fix on this revision is connection: to take the threads that start and then dwindle or break, and the threads that rise out at the end, and suture them together so it's a whole thing. I have a little list of notes in my notebook of things not to forget, notes to hit again or raise up gently or relationships that could use some complicating.
I suspect this is a kind of revision unlike all revisions done in this house before. This is not daunting, interestingly. Just...thoughtful, and food for thought, and I circle it carefully and think and study before I lay down the pen to cut.
(How do you revise? How clear are your goals when you walk into a revision? Talk to me.)
Above
Pages today: 29.
Pages total: 29/264. Yep, that's short. I printed it out in 10 pt. and double-sided to assuage my tree-killer guilt.
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29 / 264 (11.0%) |
Reason for stopping: They very politely kicked me out of the noodle shop so they could close.
Munchies: Beef noodles with peanut sauce, mango cheesecake, iced chai.
Books in progress: Jeffrey Ford, The Memoranda.
The glamour: Baked the bread I started last night (which rose really nicely), resume work, garden puttering.
I printed this out on Sunday, when I finally opened the file and my eyes didn't glaze over in self-defense. And then it sat on my desk for three days, waiting for the general restlessness and avoidance and feeling that I'm a listless waste of space that I've been nursing for the better part of a week to wear off. I'm not good at waiting, or doing nothing, and job-hunting (even with my two work shifts a week) is a lot of waiting and doing nothing. This is what happens to me when I don't have active and tangible projects to throw myself into.
So I finally got myself up and took this manuscript out to dinner mostly because that feeling wasn't wearing off, and that means I've been in this apartment much too much. Memo to self: if you're bored and restless and focusless and getting all with the self-hate because of that?
Go outside. Sometimes the damn ennui is being done to you by you.
(Signed, Self.)
I marked up the first 30 pages a lot more than I expected to, and this is going to be slower and take more thought than I expected. I worked for a good two hours, and a lot of it was fiddling with words, moving beats in sentences, changing little details and emotional timbres of an exchange to seed in things that'll fruit later, or to...run the threads of ideas introduced early into a needle, to pull them through the fabric of the rest of the book. My major thing to fix on this revision is connection: to take the threads that start and then dwindle or break, and the threads that rise out at the end, and suture them together so it's a whole thing. I have a little list of notes in my notebook of things not to forget, notes to hit again or raise up gently or relationships that could use some complicating.
I suspect this is a kind of revision unlike all revisions done in this house before. This is not daunting, interestingly. Just...thoughtful, and food for thought, and I circle it carefully and think and study before I lay down the pen to cut.
(How do you revise? How clear are your goals when you walk into a revision? Talk to me.)
