At the hundredth meridian
Jul. 1st, 2011 02:47 pmJuly 1, 2011 Progress Notes:
"On Roadstead Farm"
Words today: 400.
Words total: 3600.
Reason for stopping: Good stopping point storywise, and I have to get ready for musicgoing endeavours.
Darling du Jour: It was warmer in the malthouse; my own thrown heat caught and hoarded by the walls.
Words Hallie Won't Admit to Knowing: She's surprisingly verbose today. Maybe she got wind of this metric and is trying to prove me wrong.
Mean Things: The way the worst constraints are the self-imposed ones.
Research Roundup: Soap-making, lye, and potash; photo references for linen shirts, so I can get the hang and texture right.
Books in progress: Darren O'Donnell, Your Secrets Sleep With Me.
The glamour: A long, long night's sleep: I fell asleep on the couch at 8:15 last night, with my thumb still stuck in a book. And now, concerts!
It is Canada Day! Happy Canada Day, and it is definitely shaping up to be happy around here. Spent the morning perusing the Internet in a leisurely fashion, the afternoon writing, and then in an hour or so we'll be heading out to this. I haven't seen The Hip live before. It's about time. I wish I could find my sunscreen.
I also have a finalized Readercon schedule (and not the thing I posted when I wasn't supposed to post it, earlier this week). That'll go up here later tonight or tomorrow, in the interests of not clogging the intertubes.
"On Roadstead Farm"
Words today: 400.
Words total: 3600.
Reason for stopping: Good stopping point storywise, and I have to get ready for musicgoing endeavours.
Darling du Jour: It was warmer in the malthouse; my own thrown heat caught and hoarded by the walls.
Words Hallie Won't Admit to Knowing: She's surprisingly verbose today. Maybe she got wind of this metric and is trying to prove me wrong.
Mean Things: The way the worst constraints are the self-imposed ones.
Research Roundup: Soap-making, lye, and potash; photo references for linen shirts, so I can get the hang and texture right.
Books in progress: Darren O'Donnell, Your Secrets Sleep With Me.
The glamour: A long, long night's sleep: I fell asleep on the couch at 8:15 last night, with my thumb still stuck in a book. And now, concerts!
It is Canada Day! Happy Canada Day, and it is definitely shaping up to be happy around here. Spent the morning perusing the Internet in a leisurely fashion, the afternoon writing, and then in an hour or so we'll be heading out to this. I haven't seen The Hip live before. It's about time. I wish I could find my sunscreen.
I also have a finalized Readercon schedule (and not the thing I posted when I wasn't supposed to post it, earlier this week). That'll go up here later tonight or tomorrow, in the interests of not clogging the intertubes.