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leahbobetMarch 21, 2010 Progress Notes:
"Stay"
Words today: 1550.
Words total: 9450.
Reason for stopping: Draft, dammit.
Darling du Jour: His mouth was stained red. Some of it was thin and some thick, drying; it'd all stain. Her hand stung, burned on three flat points on the ridge of each long finger; some of it was hers.
Mean Things: A serious risk; actually, a damned stupid risk. The way kindness cuts. And of course, wendigoes.
Research Roundup: N/A.
Books in progress: Gemma Files, A Book of Tongues.
The glamour: Copious! Brunch this morning with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ksumnersmith and ginny_t, which was plentiful, copious, and nom nom nom nom. Really, people: french toast with caramelized raisins and cinnamon, and shaved roast beef, and pain au chocolat, and chicken and sage breakfast sausages, and an omelette station, and cheese and fruit and Thai beef salad and couscous and crab salad and shrimp and poached salmon and eggs and and and and. And after that there was Crafternoon Tea with ginny_t and shiroiko, which involved homemade scones and a lot of sitting around knitting/crocheting and shooting the shit.
I'll take ten more of those, please.
Finished. Done. Finito. Suck it, story.
The ending's drafty, and I'm not sure I hit my emotional note right, but fuckit, I'll fix it on the second draft once the first readers have had their say.
This is so way too long. I'm going to need to throw it to some of the People What Know, to find out if it can be cut or if I just need to suck it up and write the anthology it was supposed to go to a new story.
But yes. I win.
Going to bed. *g*
Laptop Debt Kill:
10500 / 17000 words. 62% done!
"Stay"
Words today: 1550.
Words total: 9450.
Reason for stopping: Draft, dammit.
Darling du Jour: His mouth was stained red. Some of it was thin and some thick, drying; it'd all stain. Her hand stung, burned on three flat points on the ridge of each long finger; some of it was hers.
Mean Things: A serious risk; actually, a damned stupid risk. The way kindness cuts. And of course, wendigoes.
Research Roundup: N/A.
Books in progress: Gemma Files, A Book of Tongues.
The glamour: Copious! Brunch this morning with
ksumnersmith and ginny_t, which was plentiful, copious, and nom nom nom nom. Really, people: french toast with caramelized raisins and cinnamon, and shaved roast beef, and pain au chocolat, and chicken and sage breakfast sausages, and an omelette station, and cheese and fruit and Thai beef salad and couscous and crab salad and shrimp and poached salmon and eggs and and and and. And after that there was Crafternoon Tea with ginny_t and shiroiko, which involved homemade scones and a lot of sitting around knitting/crocheting and shooting the shit.I'll take ten more of those, please.
Finished. Done. Finito. Suck it, story.
The ending's drafty, and I'm not sure I hit my emotional note right, but fuckit, I'll fix it on the second draft once the first readers have had their say.
This is so way too long. I'm going to need to throw it to some of the People What Know, to find out if it can be cut or if I just need to suck it up and write the anthology it was supposed to go to a new story.
But yes. I win.
Going to bed. *g*
Laptop Debt Kill:
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