We'll fall. Or we'll rise.

March 11, 2009 Progress Notes:

Saturnalia

Words today: 900.
Words total: 12,700.

Reason for stopping: It is nearly midnight local time, and I both climbed a lot of steps in a cave today and ate a lot of dinner. Reader, I am le tired.

Darling du Jour: Gregory was a little too dark-complexioned to go pale with absolute rage, but it didn’t stop him from trying.

Things Yet to Cough Up Their Names: The band name Zeke and Gregory have been gigging under; the somewhat tragic singer of Gregory's old band; the name of Gregory's old band, for that matter; some song titles penned by Zeke.
Mean Things: The comfort of another human being. Yes, this is mean. It's a lot easier to get hurt if you've opened the shell a crack, after all.
Research Roundup: Perpetual motion machines; Cerberus.

Books in progress: Janni Lee Simner, The Bones of Faerie.
The glamour: Actually, right now I am experiencing legitimate glamour. I have no idea how I'm going to go back to my life next week.

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Between little stretches for the last two nights and a long one this afternoon, I entirely rewrote the prologue to this book and tinkered with the chapter and a half already extant. There are still comments on it like "This entire thing needs more of Janus's subjectivity. When you find that, stick it in here?" and so forth. It is not perfect by a long shot, but it is much, much better than it was.

I have fresh words to report on this for the first time in about six months.

That aside, before the big book-futzing push, today I slept nicely late, fixed lunch for The Company (potato and mushroom and green bean and mandarin orange salad with the maple dressing stuff, served with the fancy!cheese we picked up the other night at Safeway) and went to Colossal Cave. It is yes, a cave, and yes, colossal. A very prototypical climber boy gave us a tour of it, which involved cavey features of all stripes and orientations as well as some fantastic views. Sadly, I forgot to charge my cellphone (which is my camera) before we went, so I only have one picture, of the entrance. I'll slap that up tomorrow when I have something else to pair it with.

Tonight was otherwise pretty laid-back: a huge dinner of various leftovers and awesome chocolate cupcakes coffeeem made, some nice soaking in some warm water, and hanging out. Tomorrow morning we grab stillsostrange at the airport and then there is to be climbing and gothing. I hope to debut the black lace parasol I got in Tombstone yesterday. Yes, did I mention that? I got a black lace parasol in Tombstone. This makes me the coolest person alive for this calendar day.

Saturday is the book festival, and then home on Sunday. And I don't know where all my vacation just got to all of a sudden.

But for now, there were new words today.

Goodnight, O Internet.

I think I'm taking you home so I can be broken in two.

March 12, 2009 Progress Notes:

Saturnalia

Words today: 1000.
Words total: 13,700.

Reason for stopping: Tired and kind of frazzled at what comes next. I have a suspicion it's time to send in a man with a gun.

Darling du Jour: Gregory stared him down a few more seconds, as if half a minute more would give him the crucial insight into the thoughts of Zachariah Lane where the last three years had failed.

Things Yet to Cough Up Their Names: The band name Zeke and Gregory have been gigging under; the somewhat tragic singer of Gregory's old band; the name of Gregory's old band, for that matter; some song titles penned by Zeke.
Mean Things: Bringing up some rather unpleasant history that really, we would have preferred nobody ever speak of again. A pissing match that isn't making either of these guys look good. Shortly, a body.

Books in progress: Janni Lee Simner, The Bones of Faerie.
The glamour: There is a wild cottontail nosing about the cacti outside the window, and a turkey vulture or similar object flying around outside the other window.

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There were croissants for breakfast today, and then words while truepenny and coffeeem went to grab stillsostrange from the airport, and then New Mexican and some kind of iffy cupcakes for lunch. I have sadly bailed on climbing; I've been coughing all week, and I think it's the hangover from the sinus infection. Or I hope it is. But anyways, trying to haul yourself up a wall in the middle of a coughing fit is perhaps not on. And I wanted to nibble at my book. So there.

Dinner shortly, and then gothing. La. *g*