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leahbobetJune 28, 2009 Progress Notes:
Saturnalia
Words today: 500.
Words total: 3500.
Reason for stopping: I've nibbled at this enough to know that I can nibble at it again tomorrow if I want. And it's late.
Munchies: Reggiano, peaches, and about fifteen cups of rooibos chai.
Darling du Jour: Once upon a time Janus lived in the fourteenth-now-seventeenth level and was a child with a child's nightmares about ventilation grates and grubby fingers, locks slipped and babies snatched away in the dark. The monsters down dark were gonna getcha if that room wasn't cleaned right now, mister. Some things never leave you. He brings a lamp.
Things Yet to Cough Up Their Names:Gregory's last name (I think it's Thyrse, but I might change my mind.); some club two levels up.
Mean Things: Nightmares. And regrets.
Research Roundup: What liquor is actually naturally red (it's sloe gin); symbols of Dionysus/Bacchus; related to that, all about fennel.
Books in progress: Michael Chabon, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay.
The glamour: Today was actually singularly glamourless. I was not feeling well, and I spent most of my day reading and revising chapter 3 of Above, not entirely to my satisfaction and under the kind of distraction that only having a Pride stage down the street that's a titch heavy on the bass rattling your windows from 11am to 11pm can give you.
It'll get another pass later on, methinks.
Looks like I was minding my own business, walking down the street, and I just fell on this novel...
Yeah, well. I'm as surprised as you, considering I haven't touched this for almost a year and didn't really have immediate plans to. But apparently the time away and the utter lack of pressure to get it (1) done and (2) done right has combined with (3) taking all that time away from it and realizing the stuck in the prologue was really the stuck of we're writing in stupid circles and not just cutting to the chase. And I still don't have Janus's voice down for that, but eh. It's a draft. I can fix it later. And if I wander off it for another year in a few weeks, it doesn't matter, because it has no deadline, tra la la.
(I should retitle this entry Leah Discovers the True Meaning of Sophomore Album Syndrome. :p But it's a good thing to know. I shall refrain from manufacturing pressure on myself in future on this matter. Because it's a hell of a lot easier to find the words when that's not squatting in the way.)
Saturnalia
Words today: 500.
Words total: 3500.
Reason for stopping: I've nibbled at this enough to know that I can nibble at it again tomorrow if I want. And it's late.
Munchies: Reggiano, peaches, and about fifteen cups of rooibos chai.
Darling du Jour: Once upon a time Janus lived in the fourteenth-now-seventeenth level and was a child with a child's nightmares about ventilation grates and grubby fingers, locks slipped and babies snatched away in the dark. The monsters down dark were gonna getcha if that room wasn't cleaned right now, mister. Some things never leave you. He brings a lamp.
Things Yet to Cough Up Their Names:
Mean Things: Nightmares. And regrets.
Research Roundup: What liquor is actually naturally red (it's sloe gin); symbols of Dionysus/Bacchus; related to that, all about fennel.
Books in progress: Michael Chabon, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay.
The glamour: Today was actually singularly glamourless. I was not feeling well, and I spent most of my day reading and revising chapter 3 of Above, not entirely to my satisfaction and under the kind of distraction that only having a Pride stage down the street that's a titch heavy on the bass rattling your windows from 11am to 11pm can give you.
It'll get another pass later on, methinks.
Looks like I was minding my own business, walking down the street, and I just fell on this novel...
Yeah, well. I'm as surprised as you, considering I haven't touched this for almost a year and didn't really have immediate plans to. But apparently the time away and the utter lack of pressure to get it (1) done and (2) done right has combined with (3) taking all that time away from it and realizing the stuck in the prologue was really the stuck of we're writing in stupid circles and not just cutting to the chase. And I still don't have Janus's voice down for that, but eh. It's a draft. I can fix it later. And if I wander off it for another year in a few weeks, it doesn't matter, because it has no deadline, tra la la.
(I should retitle this entry Leah Discovers the True Meaning of Sophomore Album Syndrome. :p But it's a good thing to know. I shall refrain from manufacturing pressure on myself in future on this matter. Because it's a hell of a lot easier to find the words when that's not squatting in the way.)
