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February 10, 2012 Progress Notes:
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 500.
Words total: 15,650.
Reason for stopping: Errands to run.
Darling du Jour: His hair fell across his forehead, sweat-stuck in curving shapes.
Words Hallie Won't Admit to Knowing: miffed, really. But apparently unserenely was okay.
Mean Things: That the thing I did to introduce narrative tension and stakes also means Hallie talking to A Boy while in her nightgown. I can hear the OMG squeals from here. You can't win.
Research Roundup: Whether you can shear sheep with a knife. The manufacturing process for matches, which is apparently pretty chemically specific, so no matches for you, my happy farmers.
Books in progress: Lynn Coady, The Antagonist.
A new, plotiferous direction for Chapter Three has been chosen. Bits of the previous, insufficiently plotty Chapter Three scenes have been cannibalized duly for parts. Long live the New World Order.
Off for errands now, and farmshare.
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 500.
Words total: 15,650.
Reason for stopping: Errands to run.
Darling du Jour: His hair fell across his forehead, sweat-stuck in curving shapes.
Words Hallie Won't Admit to Knowing: miffed, really. But apparently unserenely was okay.
Mean Things: That the thing I did to introduce narrative tension and stakes also means Hallie talking to A Boy while in her nightgown. I can hear the OMG squeals from here. You can't win.
Research Roundup: Whether you can shear sheep with a knife. The manufacturing process for matches, which is apparently pretty chemically specific, so no matches for you, my happy farmers.
Books in progress: Lynn Coady, The Antagonist.
A new, plotiferous direction for Chapter Three has been chosen. Bits of the previous, insufficiently plotty Chapter Three scenes have been cannibalized duly for parts. Long live the New World Order.
Off for errands now, and farmshare.
