Circling the edge of the neverending.
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September 20, 2011 Progress Notes:
Light (bad working title)
Words today: 450.
Words total: 1800.
Reason for stopping: Hit a stop. And before midnight, for once.
Darling du Jour: The quiet seeped out of the walls.
Mean Things: Waking up to some unexpected complications. No, even I didn't expect them.
Research Roundup: Sunrise times for late September.
Books in progress: Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science-Fictional Universe.
Odd process things tonight: For the fourth time in four days, I am rewriting this same little scene, changing tense (we're back to past) or moving bits around or trying to start it from different places. Tonight I have it disassembled on the floor, cutting and pasting bits of paragraphs here and there, moving them like puzzle pieces, to try to make a picture that's the same picture -- two days later, girl gets up, notes bruising, and goes to Kensington Market -- but new. Somehow. There's a trail of sentences and images, the litter of previous versions, tailing down pages at the end of the file.
I think I am panning for narrative voice. And the leading tendril of an early conflict.
Revising, man. I'm telling you. It does things to your brain.
Otherwise.
Today, we did some small necessaries: mailed a few things, bought a new bedside lamp (the last one died the death last week), returned the extra yarn from the sweater to the yarn store for credit, and found some bubble bath, because it's September and chilly and there is no good reason for me to not have one drop of bubble bath in the whole house.
Things learned during this excursion include:
1) There are things Blue Banana* does not have for sale, notably lamps that aren't those ridiculous solid quartz lamps and/or bubble bath;
2) There is a vintage/antiques store in Kensington that, while not having lamps I wanted, has Atari games (!!!);
3) I won't even go east of Spadina anymore if it can be helped.
I also blew off what was probably a very good launch party for the Toronto Review of Books because I'd hit a good patch with the wordcount, and wrote all evening instead. Sometimes it's just like that.
Quick laundry, perhaps. And then bed. Lots to do tomorrow.
*Aka the Kensington Market Hippie Megamall.
Light (bad working title)
Words today: 450.
Words total: 1800.
Reason for stopping: Hit a stop. And before midnight, for once.
Darling du Jour: The quiet seeped out of the walls.
Mean Things: Waking up to some unexpected complications. No, even I didn't expect them.
Research Roundup: Sunrise times for late September.
Books in progress: Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science-Fictional Universe.
Odd process things tonight: For the fourth time in four days, I am rewriting this same little scene, changing tense (we're back to past) or moving bits around or trying to start it from different places. Tonight I have it disassembled on the floor, cutting and pasting bits of paragraphs here and there, moving them like puzzle pieces, to try to make a picture that's the same picture -- two days later, girl gets up, notes bruising, and goes to Kensington Market -- but new. Somehow. There's a trail of sentences and images, the litter of previous versions, tailing down pages at the end of the file.
I think I am panning for narrative voice. And the leading tendril of an early conflict.
Revising, man. I'm telling you. It does things to your brain.
Otherwise.
Today, we did some small necessaries: mailed a few things, bought a new bedside lamp (the last one died the death last week), returned the extra yarn from the sweater to the yarn store for credit, and found some bubble bath, because it's September and chilly and there is no good reason for me to not have one drop of bubble bath in the whole house.
Things learned during this excursion include:
1) There are things Blue Banana* does not have for sale, notably lamps that aren't those ridiculous solid quartz lamps and/or bubble bath;
2) There is a vintage/antiques store in Kensington that, while not having lamps I wanted, has Atari games (!!!);
3) I won't even go east of Spadina anymore if it can be helped.
I also blew off what was probably a very good launch party for the Toronto Review of Books because I'd hit a good patch with the wordcount, and wrote all evening instead. Sometimes it's just like that.
Quick laundry, perhaps. And then bed. Lots to do tomorrow.
*Aka the Kensington Market Hippie Megamall.