Thud: On Roadstead Farm (evening edition)

May 30, 2013 Progress Notes:

On Roadstead Farm

Words today: 700.
Words total: 82,700.
Reason for stopping: Bedtime cometh.  And I promised I'd be there before three tonight.

Darling du Jour: A bitter laugh bubbled out of me. It echoed on the stones. "You bet it isn't safe," I snapped, and Nat grabbed my elbow: Careful. There were knives out, here. There were shovels.
Someone was going to die.

Mean Things: Death by invasive species, because I'm hardcore; not being sure exactly who's going to lynch whom.

Research Roundup: Effects of running in winter air.
Books in progress: matociquala, Range of Ghosts.

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P. made mango shrimp for dinner.  Best P. ever.

Just a little bit more tonight: It's late, but I wanted to get over the 2,000-word hump for the day.  So I went over Chapter 17 and what I have of Chapter 18 again to squeeze out all the Suck Juice, and they are both somewhat improved.  Moral: Eat vegetables and protein when writing words.  They make the brain go better.

Tomorrow is a weirdly staggered day, because I have a long-standing appointment for a haircut, and so there will be an hour or two where I can't actually wreck my wrists on this.  I need to spend that time wisely.  Possibly reading.  This well could stand some filling back up.

More tomorrow.  General goals: Finish Chapter 18.  Maybe Chapter 19 too.  Slide merrily down the downslope of the third act.

Thud: On Roadstead Farm

May 31, 2013 Progress Notes:

On Roadstead Farm

Words today: 1000. 1300
Words total: 83,700. 84,000
Reason for stopping: We are heading home.

Darling du Jour: The body crackled. And then flame shot up like liquid light.

Mean Things: Small children with guns; solving my problems with said guns; a sad lack of scientific literacy.

Research Roundup: Mapwork; whether handguns smoke after firing.  I know jack about guns.
Books in progress: matociquala, Range of Ghosts.

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Today I gave myself furlough for the afternoon, and went out to get a summer haircut (it is cute! and short! I can feel the breeze on my neck!) and eat tasty lunch at Come and Get It, and then go to an RMT to get my shoulders fixed, because hello RSI, I did not miss you.  I am now landed in P.'s office, working away on words and words while he animates men killing each other.

Today in HOW I SAVED THE WORLD TO PUT OFF CLEANING THE HENHOUSE:

Another pass through Chapter 18 for debris, and then right through it into Chapter 19.  Chapter 18 now contains a swear.  I'm sure I'll hear more about that swear than the near-lynching which caused it.

More in second sitting tonight.  I'll need one.

(ETA: Wasn't worth another post.  But I have found the downslope.  Tomorrow, we jump off it.)