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Fly, she said, all night through
Oct. 25th, 2008 01:34 amOctober 24, 2008 Progress Notes:
Above
Pages today: 3.
Pages total: 240/264.
Reason for stopping: Ripped this whole scene out and rewrote it. And will have to do the same to the next, and it is one in the morning.
Munchies: Buttered toast and caramel cream rooibos.
Books in progress: Geoff Ryman, The Child Garden.
The glamour: Dayjobbery and the acquisition of some Lush shampoo bars so I can stop dirtying the planet with shampoo bottles. Wither, carbon footprint! Die!
Yes, that is three pages of print draft there. But it's also about 1300 words of new/stripped down/altered/disfigured/mutated stuff, so. And I suspect I will have to do similar to the next scene to eradicate the odour of ass from this draft. Pass me my suck-vacuum and my ass-Febreeze.
Will be spending the better part of tomorrow at the IFOA, selling books on behalf of the bookstore, where you can quit any time you like, but you can never leave. As this involves lots of downtime (there's rushes of business before and after readings and interviews, and it's very quiet during the events), I may drag the faithful Coyote along and tackle the next scene. That is, if there's a good outlet close by. O, for amuse of fire laptop battery that holds a charge more than 90 seconds (first world problem).
With that, the ends of my tea and bed.
Above
Pages today: 3.
Pages total: 240/264.
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240 / 264 (90.9%) |
Reason for stopping: Ripped this whole scene out and rewrote it. And will have to do the same to the next, and it is one in the morning.
Munchies: Buttered toast and caramel cream rooibos.
Books in progress: Geoff Ryman, The Child Garden.
The glamour: Dayjobbery and the acquisition of some Lush shampoo bars so I can stop dirtying the planet with shampoo bottles. Wither, carbon footprint! Die!
Yes, that is three pages of print draft there. But it's also about 1300 words of new/stripped down/altered/disfigured/mutated stuff, so. And I suspect I will have to do similar to the next scene to eradicate the odour of ass from this draft. Pass me my suck-vacuum and my ass-Febreeze.
Will be spending the better part of tomorrow at the IFOA, selling books on behalf of the bookstore, where you can quit any time you like, but you can never leave. As this involves lots of downtime (there's rushes of business before and after readings and interviews, and it's very quiet during the events), I may drag the faithful Coyote along and tackle the next scene. That is, if there's a good outlet close by. O, for a
With that, the ends of my tea and bed.
