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leahbobetMay 11, 2010 Progress Notes:
Light (bad and incorrect working title)
Words today: 100.
Words total: 100.
Reason for stopping: My air raid siren of a freaking fire alarm. No, there was no fire. There is never a fire. Just noise, and shattered concentration.
Darling du Jour: She snorted. Yeah. Only she would get on her own case for forgetting to bring warm gloves to a suicide.
Mean Things: Well, suicide.
Research Roundup: The Bloor Viaduct, composition and history; bird mythology, specifically bluebirds, robins, and red-tailed hawks; the lyrics to "Bluebird of Happiness"; when they put up the Luminous Veil; date of the fall equinox; the Navajo bluebird song.
Books in progress: Ian Tregillis, Bitter Seeds.
The glamour: Out most of the day today: trying to sell books I don't want anymore, looking at an apartment, having coffee with a friend from high school, getting groceries at the market. And after that there was some SU work and entirely not enough working on my list. I am inexplicably sleepy today.
This is three hours of long, slow circling, spurred by hearing the right song, sinking into a big-eyed and holy melancholy, and diving for the file and my Winamp repeat button.
The title appears to be the thing. This is, as I said, a wrong and bad working title. But it's a right enough title that I got a small bucket of notes, both thematic and structural, three more soundtrack songs, the epigraph, and the first dribbles of the beginning.
Apparently, I also like my titles to mean two things at least. Five is better.
We'll see if this is still hanging around tomorrow. I think I need a sleep.
Laptop Debtkilla:
14950 / 17000 words. 88% done!
Light (bad and incorrect working title)
Words today: 100.
Words total: 100.
Reason for stopping: My air raid siren of a freaking fire alarm. No, there was no fire. There is never a fire. Just noise, and shattered concentration.
Darling du Jour: She snorted. Yeah. Only she would get on her own case for forgetting to bring warm gloves to a suicide.
Mean Things: Well, suicide.
Research Roundup: The Bloor Viaduct, composition and history; bird mythology, specifically bluebirds, robins, and red-tailed hawks; the lyrics to "Bluebird of Happiness"; when they put up the Luminous Veil; date of the fall equinox; the Navajo bluebird song.
Books in progress: Ian Tregillis, Bitter Seeds.
The glamour: Out most of the day today: trying to sell books I don't want anymore, looking at an apartment, having coffee with a friend from high school, getting groceries at the market. And after that there was some SU work and entirely not enough working on my list. I am inexplicably sleepy today.
This is three hours of long, slow circling, spurred by hearing the right song, sinking into a big-eyed and holy melancholy, and diving for the file and my Winamp repeat button.
The title appears to be the thing. This is, as I said, a wrong and bad working title. But it's a right enough title that I got a small bucket of notes, both thematic and structural, three more soundtrack songs, the epigraph, and the first dribbles of the beginning.
Apparently, I also like my titles to mean two things at least. Five is better.
We'll see if this is still hanging around tomorrow. I think I need a sleep.
Laptop Debtkilla:
