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Bring some change up to the bridge; bring some alcohol.
September 28, 2011 Progress Notes:
Light (bad working title)
Words today: 200.
Words total: 2875.
Reason for stopping: My back hurts. A lot.
Darling du Jour: The wild water-girl came out of the woods, dripping rivers in her wake.
Mean Things: N/A.
Research Roundup: Species of lily, and how spendy they are at local florists; etymologies of some river names; a few Cantonese etymologies.
Books in progress: Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science-Fictional Universe.
Most of my effort tonight has gone to prepping a workable proposal-style synopsis of this, so I can ask some kindly organizations for some grant money and then write it. If you have never written a synopsis of a book you haven't written yet, I assure you it's a whole different kind of beast than the synopsis you write about the book you've already finished.
But it seems to be working, weirdly enough: a bunch of plot fell into place, and a bunch of images added up very kindly to Something. And then the whole thing came together in a flare of logic which I think might -- might! -- just work.
So. Sometimes brute force does go your way.
That said, I have been around way too many wound-up and unhappy people today, and my shoulders are wired like a bomb. Going to run a long, hot bath.
Light (bad working title)
Words today: 200.
Words total: 2875.
Reason for stopping: My back hurts. A lot.
Darling du Jour: The wild water-girl came out of the woods, dripping rivers in her wake.
Mean Things: N/A.
Research Roundup: Species of lily, and how spendy they are at local florists; etymologies of some river names; a few Cantonese etymologies.
Books in progress: Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science-Fictional Universe.
Most of my effort tonight has gone to prepping a workable proposal-style synopsis of this, so I can ask some kindly organizations for some grant money and then write it. If you have never written a synopsis of a book you haven't written yet, I assure you it's a whole different kind of beast than the synopsis you write about the book you've already finished.
But it seems to be working, weirdly enough: a bunch of plot fell into place, and a bunch of images added up very kindly to Something. And then the whole thing came together in a flare of logic which I think might -- might! -- just work.
So. Sometimes brute force does go your way.
That said, I have been around way too many wound-up and unhappy people today, and my shoulders are wired like a bomb. Going to run a long, hot bath.
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