Thud: Above
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leahbobetJune 24, 2008 Progress Notes:
Above
Words today: 1500.
Words total: 54,500 MS Word, 66,500 SMF.
Reason for stopping: Good stopping point, and I find myself abruptly out of gas. And my shoggoth might be ready to start enbreadifying.
Liquid Refreshment: Water.
Munchies: Avgolemono.
Darling du Jour: I broke her, he assents, finally, when the body goes weak and down on the floor and his own fists don't rise to fight no more. When he can't talk to disagree.
Words Matthew Won't Admit to Knowing: hurtful, harsh, absurd. He was on the fence about that last one, though.
Mean Things: Violence. Cutting both ways, actually, and I'm surprised I didn't clue to the kind he's taking earlier, because it's entirely set up in chapter one.
Research Roundup: N/A
Books in progress: John Crowley, The Solitudes.
The glamour: A good kind of at-home day: laundry, the starting of bread, garden work, tidying, and the slow chipping-away at my inboxes that one day will be complete.
That was the Bad Scene, except for a few dribs and drabs and connecting bits. I think I feel better now.
I am understanding why people who are full-time writers produce such vasty wordcount. Not just because they have to eat, mind, which is a good and worthy reason. But because there's not much else to do. I almost kept on for 2k tonight just because it's only 10pm, and I'm not sure what else to do with my evening given that I did most of the chores this afternoon. I'm sure I'll find something that wants my attention. There's laundry that could stand to be put away in the bedroom.
To work, then. Other work.
Above
Words today: 1500.
Words total: 54,500 MS Word, 66,500 SMF.
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66,500 / 85,000 (78.2%) |
Reason for stopping: Good stopping point, and I find myself abruptly out of gas. And my shoggoth might be ready to start enbreadifying.
Liquid Refreshment: Water.
Munchies: Avgolemono.
Darling du Jour: I broke her, he assents, finally, when the body goes weak and down on the floor and his own fists don't rise to fight no more. When he can't talk to disagree.
Words Matthew Won't Admit to Knowing: hurtful, harsh, absurd. He was on the fence about that last one, though.
Mean Things: Violence. Cutting both ways, actually, and I'm surprised I didn't clue to the kind he's taking earlier, because it's entirely set up in chapter one.
Research Roundup: N/A
Books in progress: John Crowley, The Solitudes.
The glamour: A good kind of at-home day: laundry, the starting of bread, garden work, tidying, and the slow chipping-away at my inboxes that one day will be complete.
That was the Bad Scene, except for a few dribs and drabs and connecting bits. I think I feel better now.
I am understanding why people who are full-time writers produce such vasty wordcount. Not just because they have to eat, mind, which is a good and worthy reason. But because there's not much else to do. I almost kept on for 2k tonight just because it's only 10pm, and I'm not sure what else to do with my evening given that I did most of the chores this afternoon. I'm sure I'll find something that wants my attention. There's laundry that could stand to be put away in the bedroom.
To work, then. Other work.
