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Thud: Saturnalia
Jul. 31st, 2009 12:39 amJuly 30, 2009 Progress Notes:
Saturnalia
Words today: 300.
Words total: 4900.
Reason for stopping: Bedtime for little writers who have to go to work tomorrow.
Darling du Jour: She still looked like a dead girl, though one that had got the trick of blinking.
Things Yet to Cough Up Their Names: Some club two levels up; its owner, who apparently owes Zeke precisely two favours; the band name Zeke and Gregory have been gigging under.
Mean Things: Nothing really today; I was mostly adding bits and drips.
Books in progress: China Mieville, The City and the City.
The glamour: I think my inbox is fed by an underground aquifer of Shit To Do. Every morning it bubbles up to its previous level.
There. That's much tidier, isn't it?
I sort of lost my evening in the printing out of Above, which is now in a box to be mailed to another country tomorrow morning (which necessitated the purchase of a box and the paper. Novels make a lot of paper) and writing some editorial letters and rejections for Ideo, and various planning maneuvers for stuff going on in the next week before Worldcon.
(Worldcon is in a week. ACK. I'm so screwed here.)
It's a bit strange to see your book all tidily stacked up in a box. It makes it seem...weightier, somehow, and not just physically. Like: sheesh, that is in fact a lot of words. Did I make that? Huh.
In other news, it is really good that this is a three-day weekend and that the magazine's closing to subs tomorrow night. A public accountability list may be making an appearance after I get home from work. I have...a lot to do before we leave next Thursday morning, and miles to go, and miles to go.
Saturnalia
Words today: 300.
Words total: 4900.
Reason for stopping: Bedtime for little writers who have to go to work tomorrow.
Darling du Jour: She still looked like a dead girl, though one that had got the trick of blinking.
Things Yet to Cough Up Their Names: Some club two levels up; its owner, who apparently owes Zeke precisely two favours; the band name Zeke and Gregory have been gigging under.
Mean Things: Nothing really today; I was mostly adding bits and drips.
Books in progress: China Mieville, The City and the City.
The glamour: I think my inbox is fed by an underground aquifer of Shit To Do. Every morning it bubbles up to its previous level.
There. That's much tidier, isn't it?
I sort of lost my evening in the printing out of Above, which is now in a box to be mailed to another country tomorrow morning (which necessitated the purchase of a box and the paper. Novels make a lot of paper) and writing some editorial letters and rejections for Ideo, and various planning maneuvers for stuff going on in the next week before Worldcon.
(Worldcon is in a week. ACK. I'm so screwed here.)
It's a bit strange to see your book all tidily stacked up in a box. It makes it seem...weightier, somehow, and not just physically. Like: sheesh, that is in fact a lot of words. Did I make that? Huh.
In other news, it is really good that this is a three-day weekend and that the magazine's closing to subs tomorrow night. A public accountability list may be making an appearance after I get home from work. I have...a lot to do before we leave next Thursday morning, and miles to go, and miles to go.
