Gromit! It's the wrong novel!
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leahbobetFebruary 10, 2010 Progress Notes:
The Enchanted Generation
Words today: 350.
Words total: 600.
Reason for stopping: This is hard. Not frustrating, just...delicate and careful like piecing together a broken mosaic, trying not to drop any of the pieces for fear they'll shatter.
Darling du Jour: I couldn't hear footsteps; not Edith's nor the shuffling walk that was all that remained of Father's steady tramping. Edgar's disappearance and the telegram from the War Office had lightened him by half in the space of an afternoon. Mother's death pared the rest of him away in a fortnight, and for the two years since we'd buried her he had drifted through the house in long, soft smears, a terrible, silent ghost.
Mean Things: Embedding major thematic statements on the first page like they're actually just about the situation at hand and not the whole game, heh heh heh--
Research Roundup: China cabinets, sideboards, and buffets, and the differences between 'em.
Books in progress: Douglas Coupland, The Gum Thief.
The glamour: Booking my tickets for CupcakeCon next month, making bread, and buying kleenex, since I am out. Of such things is the writer household made.
Not what I'm supposed to be working on. Not not not. It crept into my head like a child into its mother's room tonight and whispered the new first line in my ear.
The last metrics post on this project is dated November 8, 2008. Between now and then I have figured out how to concretize sentences. Compare:
It was six o'clock when he came home. I recall it six-o-clock because the light was coming from the west, and Lilli had just broken Mother's last good china teacup.
and--
It was six o'clock when my brother came home from the war.
They had taken the grandfather clock for its metal at the end of 1916, but I recall it six o'clock: the light streamed through the dining room curtains from the west, orange-tinged and soft on the light wood floor, and Lilli had just broken Mother's last good china teacup.
Presto change-o! One of those things was an outline. The other is, while still drafty, the first two paragraphs of a novel.
The Enchanted Generation
Words today: 350.
Words total: 600.
Reason for stopping: This is hard. Not frustrating, just...delicate and careful like piecing together a broken mosaic, trying not to drop any of the pieces for fear they'll shatter.
Darling du Jour: I couldn't hear footsteps; not Edith's nor the shuffling walk that was all that remained of Father's steady tramping. Edgar's disappearance and the telegram from the War Office had lightened him by half in the space of an afternoon. Mother's death pared the rest of him away in a fortnight, and for the two years since we'd buried her he had drifted through the house in long, soft smears, a terrible, silent ghost.
Mean Things: Embedding major thematic statements on the first page like they're actually just about the situation at hand and not the whole game, heh heh heh--
Research Roundup: China cabinets, sideboards, and buffets, and the differences between 'em.
Books in progress: Douglas Coupland, The Gum Thief.
The glamour: Booking my tickets for CupcakeCon next month, making bread, and buying kleenex, since I am out. Of such things is the writer household made.
Not what I'm supposed to be working on. Not not not. It crept into my head like a child into its mother's room tonight and whispered the new first line in my ear.
The last metrics post on this project is dated November 8, 2008. Between now and then I have figured out how to concretize sentences. Compare:
It was six o'clock when he came home. I recall it six-o-clock because the light was coming from the west, and Lilli had just broken Mother's last good china teacup.
and--
It was six o'clock when my brother came home from the war.
They had taken the grandfather clock for its metal at the end of 1916, but I recall it six o'clock: the light streamed through the dining room curtains from the west, orange-tinged and soft on the light wood floor, and Lilli had just broken Mother's last good china teacup.
Presto change-o! One of those things was an outline. The other is, while still drafty, the first two paragraphs of a novel.
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Date: 2010-02-11 05:33 pm (UTC)Well, if the rest is half as awesome as that darling (typoed "darkling". Hee.) and the revised para, I'm happy to wait. <3
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Date: 2010-02-11 05:37 pm (UTC)I'll toss you a chapter or so when I have one.
Also, now I want a new metrics category that is Darkling du Jour.
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Date: 2010-02-11 05:24 pm (UTC)D'you mind if I blog the Gromitpunk conversation?
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Date: 2010-02-12 05:22 am (UTC)And thank you! It's, yeah, a war book: specifically, an interwar book. And hopefully I will write it fast enough that people might get to read it sometime soonish!
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Date: 2010-02-13 05:10 am (UTC)It does sound to be an interesting book.
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