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Took my voice in a wooden box.
February 12, 2012 Progress Notes:
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 250.
Words total: 16,150.
Reason for stopping: That's my bare minimum quota, and I've been at this all afternoon, so let's just throw that towel in for today, perhaps.
Darling du Jour: The sleep came off me like a cracked snakeskin.
Words Hallie Won't Admit to Knowing: Nothing today, but I will tell you, Halfrida Hoffmann has never met a simile she didn't like.
Mean Things: How long this took me.
Research Roundup: Birds with high flight speeds. Yes, I functionally looked up the flight speed of an unladen swallow. >.>
Books in progress: Lynn Coady, The Antagonist.
A funny thing with drafting this chapter, this week: It's almost halfway revising. I have two sort of bits of false starts of Chapter Three, two different ideas of where it was going, and every so often I'll hit a sticking point, and think Oh, that's where that goes, and dig down into the trash file for a paragraph that described something entirely else to paste it right back in.
It's a very weird way to work, and it's slow as mud. But considering what this book is, and where it's set, and when? It's kind of beautifully fitting that it's being built, carefully, out of scavenged and reclaimed materials.
And that took too long. So I'm going to make some bread and play Dragon Age II for the rest of the night, in defiance of.
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 250.
Words total: 16,150.
Reason for stopping: That's my bare minimum quota, and I've been at this all afternoon, so let's just throw that towel in for today, perhaps.
Darling du Jour: The sleep came off me like a cracked snakeskin.
Words Hallie Won't Admit to Knowing: Nothing today, but I will tell you, Halfrida Hoffmann has never met a simile she didn't like.
Mean Things: How long this took me.
Research Roundup: Birds with high flight speeds. Yes, I functionally looked up the flight speed of an unladen swallow. >.>
Books in progress: Lynn Coady, The Antagonist.
A funny thing with drafting this chapter, this week: It's almost halfway revising. I have two sort of bits of false starts of Chapter Three, two different ideas of where it was going, and every so often I'll hit a sticking point, and think Oh, that's where that goes, and dig down into the trash file for a paragraph that described something entirely else to paste it right back in.
It's a very weird way to work, and it's slow as mud. But considering what this book is, and where it's set, and when? It's kind of beautifully fitting that it's being built, carefully, out of scavenged and reclaimed materials.
And that took too long. So I'm going to make some bread and play Dragon Age II for the rest of the night, in defiance of.
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