Thud: Above
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leahbobetJanuary 1, 2008 Progress Notes:
Above
Words today: 2150.
Words total: 14,200 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: I slowed enough to go finish making my pork buns, and now whatever I've done to my neck and shoulder is acting up and I oughtn't to type more.
Liquid Refreshment: Licorice spice tea.
Munchies: Buttered toast.
Exercise: N/A.
Mail: Nomail.
Darling du Jour: Whisper was part of what was called General Population: that meant that she was Sick, but not scary or a Freak or someone who couldn't be let out of her room. In General Population there were other Sick girls: they talked to walls too, and told her about midnight visits from angels and colours shifting bright inside the potted plants.
No, said the ghosts, who had heard of Whisper through a chain of whispering that stretched from her attic to the hospital in the park. We don't think those things are really there.
She met with the doctors twice a week. They didn't think the ghosts were really there. This made her wonder about the girls with the angel lovers.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: ghosty, spoked, wisping, fingerpainted
Mean Things: Everyone thinking your girlfriend's crazy. Being stuck in enemy territory with none of your stuff and maybe four friends to your name.
Research Roundup: N/A
Books in progress: M. John Harrison, Nova Swing.
The glamour: I made more pork buns, as I ran out. The urgency of me running out of pork buns leads me to believe this will be a new staple of the recipe rotation around here.
Day One:
Yup, I'm doing![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
novel_in_90 again. For values of doing, because once the semester starts in earnest I'm going to drop to a page a day as the quota. There's just not enough mental RAM to sustain a steady novelling pace and coursework.
That said, it appears something decided it wanted to be written after all. Maybe six months of ignoring it, catlike, really might work. I have a narrative arc for the stories-between-chapters and everything.
Going to ice my shoulder now. Ouch. Dammit.
Above
Words today: 2150.
Words total: 14,200 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: I slowed enough to go finish making my pork buns, and now whatever I've done to my neck and shoulder is acting up and I oughtn't to type more.
Liquid Refreshment: Licorice spice tea.
Munchies: Buttered toast.
Exercise: N/A.
Mail: Nomail.
Darling du Jour: Whisper was part of what was called General Population: that meant that she was Sick, but not scary or a Freak or someone who couldn't be let out of her room. In General Population there were other Sick girls: they talked to walls too, and told her about midnight visits from angels and colours shifting bright inside the potted plants.
No, said the ghosts, who had heard of Whisper through a chain of whispering that stretched from her attic to the hospital in the park. We don't think those things are really there.
She met with the doctors twice a week. They didn't think the ghosts were really there. This made her wonder about the girls with the angel lovers.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: ghosty, spoked, wisping, fingerpainted
Mean Things: Everyone thinking your girlfriend's crazy. Being stuck in enemy territory with none of your stuff and maybe four friends to your name.
Research Roundup: N/A
Books in progress: M. John Harrison, Nova Swing.
The glamour: I made more pork buns, as I ran out. The urgency of me running out of pork buns leads me to believe this will be a new staple of the recipe rotation around here.
Day One:
Yup, I'm doing
novel_in_90 again. For values of doing, because once the semester starts in earnest I'm going to drop to a page a day as the quota. There's just not enough mental RAM to sustain a steady novelling pace and coursework.That said, it appears something decided it wanted to be written after all. Maybe six months of ignoring it, catlike, really might work. I have a narrative arc for the stories-between-chapters and everything.
Going to ice my shoulder now. Ouch. Dammit.
