Got no need for shelter; everything's forgotten. All is forgiven and understood.

[leahbobet]

February 26, 2012 Progress Notes:

On Roadstead Farm

Words today: 600 (and then 250 more after dinner).
Words total: 18,100. 18,350.
Reason for stopping: I don't actually want to stop; it's all hot and alive in my head. But I've run out of things to add tonight.

Darling du Jour: The rage doused like it'd stumbled through a rainstorm.
Words Hallie Won't Admit to Knowing: coalesced.
Mean Things: A confirmation that indeed, scary shit is afoot.

Research Roundup: Fiberglass composite pilings, and their lifespan.
Books in progress: China Mieville, Embassytown.

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Sleepy sleepy Sunday. I am making bread, and drinking cherry rose rooibos (which I think is courtesy of Jana, from a birthday or Christmas present), and thinking what to do with beets, since I have tons of farmshare beets and need a dinner sooner or later. The inbox is tolerably tidy again. It's being one of those good Fake Freelance Lifestyle days.

The big news around the house this week: Fake Freelance Lifestyle is soon to become Real Freelance Lifestyle. Back in October, that Ontario Arts Council works in progress grant I applied for?

Well. I got it.

I will have a month more at The Dayjob, and then my job will be to write this book through the spring and summer.

And after that? Who knows? But I have this distinct feeling that it'll be one hell of an adventure.

Comments

[wirewalking.livejournal.com]

but want want want

My novel-in-progress (probably-accidental!YA postapocalyptic katabasis ghost thingy) is doing the same thing to me. I've literally loved more or less every minute of the process so far and it's over halfway done. Which is, like, absurd. For me. I may end up being the only one in the world who likes this thing but BY GOLLY I LIKE IT ENOUGH TO GO AROUND.

[leahbobet.livejournal.com]

That is the best absurd. Best!