Thud: On Roadstead Farm

May 20, 2013 Progress Notes:

On Roadstead Farm

Words today: 1400.
Words total: 65,450.
Reason for stopping: I might still be running on west coast time, but it's really late.

Darling du Jour: "I saw him once," Lieutenant Jackson said, softer. "From a distance, in our camp once the Wicked God was slaughtered. He walked so tall, even with everything we'd been through; walked like a man who could find his way through anything. Made a man want to follow him; see how it's done. Perhaps you could turn out like that yourself, it made you think."
Mean Things: Secrets and secrets and lies and lies.

Research Roundup: Herons in flight.
Books in progress: matociquala, Range of Ghosts.

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We are back from Nebula Weekend, not much the worse for wear despite two full days that were just airports, and airplanes, and plus one day in the park this afternoon to fill the well back up.  I may write that up properly tomorrow; I might not.  I will try, if fiction's going well enough.

I do not write very well on planes.  I managed maybe 500 words, all told, all weekend (although they were super-productive ones that put a serious plot point together, and that's my new lodestar for the time being).  This is the beginning of making up for that: the wholesale killing of Chapter 11 tonight, and a good start into Chapter 12.

Tomorrow's goal: Take down Chapter 12 too, and crunch right on ahead.  It's time this thing got done already.

Thud: On Roadstead Farm

May 21, 2013 Progress Notes:

On Roadstead Farm

Words today: 2050.
Words total: 67,500.
Reason for stopping: P. is home, with both shrimp and pasta.  Dinner is coming.

Darling du Jour: Liars, I thought, with not a little scorn. And then reconsidered it. Perhaps this was what Heron had meant: farmhands and soldiers, wanting to see their hero so badly that they conjured him, passed around stories of such sighting or such passing-by, because then someday that grace might touch them, too.
Mean Things: The tentative web of bullshit is starting to unravel at a really inopportune time for everyone involved.  Using sex as a weapon in a totally unconventional way (certain people around here are almost disturbingly calculating.  And yet?  Good guys).

Research Roundup: Whether rabbit is halal; more map stuff, which is ever-present on this project; the copyright status of the song we did in choir in grade 10 or 11, for an unofficial soundtrack Easter Egg.
Books in progress: matociquala, Range of Ghosts.

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This be Chapter 12; at least most of it, and some of Chapters 13 and 14 where they suggested themselves.  No brilliance today, structural or otherwise: just knowing where I'm supposed to go, and taking it there one step at a time.

I also made challah.  But that's the sum of my output today.