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leahbobetJanuary 31, 2012 Progress Notes:
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 250 on Saturday, 800 today.
Words total: 14,850.
Reason for stopping: Abruptly, just like that? I was done.
Darling du Jour: There was something old and bad in that space; something soaked with the dust of the broken southlands, as wide as the bones of a killed god. Utterly unbelonging in the short scrub of the yard; the ever-damp lakelands soil; the cool brown-green smell of water, fading away to ice; the wear on my Opa's iron shovel, clutched in Heron's hand.
Words Hallie Won't Admit to Knowing: somber; rude. She prefers unmannerly, as the first is, well, too rude. *g*
Mean Things: A conversation where each of the three people involved thinks they were having a different conversation. A general wounded slinking to one's corner to brood. Everyone's private little heartbreaks.
Research Roundup: Whether there are bears in Michigan, and hawthorn trees. By the way, young hawthorn leaves are edible as salad. This has been your fact of the day.
Books in progress: John Green, The Fault In Our Stars.
These words brought to you by the power of Tealish Juicy Pear green tea, Herbal Infusions Spicy Cherry rooibos, eggplant antipasto, an orange, miso soup, and a bar of Vosges Black Salt Caramel I found at The Mercantile on Sunday.
Rejigged the whole emotional undertone of the scene that was not quite working; the last few days' words have been write-ahead, bits of forward things that I don't know where they go, because the linear narrative was a bit stuck. And the rejig has worked, because now these crazy kids are back to doing things I didn't know they were going to do until the words came out under my fingers and I go oh, and it all makes sense. Hooray for pulling the hood up and resetting the engine.
Also, apparently there is now an online grocery ordering service for St. Lawrence Market, so today I am the spoilt kitten who has pierogies and scallops and chevre noir without having to tromp all over the city. So I am having scallops and brown rice and something vegetably and interesting for dinner, and will be seeing to that shortly.
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 250 on Saturday, 800 today.
Words total: 14,850.
Reason for stopping: Abruptly, just like that? I was done.
Darling du Jour: There was something old and bad in that space; something soaked with the dust of the broken southlands, as wide as the bones of a killed god. Utterly unbelonging in the short scrub of the yard; the ever-damp lakelands soil; the cool brown-green smell of water, fading away to ice; the wear on my Opa's iron shovel, clutched in Heron's hand.
Words Hallie Won't Admit to Knowing: somber; rude. She prefers unmannerly, as the first is, well, too rude. *g*
Mean Things: A conversation where each of the three people involved thinks they were having a different conversation. A general wounded slinking to one's corner to brood. Everyone's private little heartbreaks.
Research Roundup: Whether there are bears in Michigan, and hawthorn trees. By the way, young hawthorn leaves are edible as salad. This has been your fact of the day.
Books in progress: John Green, The Fault In Our Stars.
These words brought to you by the power of Tealish Juicy Pear green tea, Herbal Infusions Spicy Cherry rooibos, eggplant antipasto, an orange, miso soup, and a bar of Vosges Black Salt Caramel I found at The Mercantile on Sunday.
Rejigged the whole emotional undertone of the scene that was not quite working; the last few days' words have been write-ahead, bits of forward things that I don't know where they go, because the linear narrative was a bit stuck. And the rejig has worked, because now these crazy kids are back to doing things I didn't know they were going to do until the words came out under my fingers and I go oh, and it all makes sense. Hooray for pulling the hood up and resetting the engine.
Also, apparently there is now an online grocery ordering service for St. Lawrence Market, so today I am the spoilt kitten who has pierogies and scallops and chevre noir without having to tromp all over the city. So I am having scallops and brown rice and something vegetably and interesting for dinner, and will be seeing to that shortly.
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Date: 2012-01-31 10:07 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-01-31 10:20 pm (UTC)And yes. I have this recurring fantasy where I run away to abandoned Detroit and start co-op farming. *ahem*
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Date: 2012-01-31 10:22 pm (UTC)Tempting, except when you think about all the industrial toxins that are probably hanging around in the soil...
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Date: 2012-01-31 10:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-31 10:13 pm (UTC)As far as bears in Michigan go- you, like young hawthorn leaves, are edible though probably not as a salad.
(This observation brought to you by memories of living in a woodland cabin in Michigan as a Very Small Person.)
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Date: 2012-01-31 10:16 pm (UTC)It's one of those things where I just want to make sure my metaphors are correct. You can't say someone looked like they'd just faced down a bear if, well, they didn't have any over there. That sort of thing.
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Date: 2012-01-31 11:07 pm (UTC)