Hold on; let go.
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leahbobetMay 3, 2012 Progress Notes:
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 1,350.
Words total: 24,400.
Reason for stopping: My ears are bleeding vowels and random bits of punctuation. And besides, I am awaited by someone who has ice cream and gin drinks.
Darling du Jour: I snuck a glance over to the smokehouse, sitting empty in the distance. It looked the same as ever: thick-walled and solid, a deep-planted anchor 'round which the whole world could turn.
Words Hallie Won't Admit to Knowing: N/A.
Mean Things: One's secrets not being so secret at all. Being so paranoid in one's family relationships as to have insurance on your property rights.
Research Roundup: The lifespan of plastic objects, which is unfortunately not long enough for our purposes. Country dances.
Books in progress: China Mieville, Railsea
Another day of lots of words but not quite enough forward: Buckets more taking of the subtext and making it text, explaining why things are important, letting air into the prose, and so forth. Which makes for a clearer read and is important for people who like good writing (ie, me), but is not necessarily getting me forward. I would like to be forward soon. Where soon = tomorrow afternoon at the latest.
In other news: It is good to know that when I told myself, When I am a full-time writer I will totally eat all the tasty freezer soup in the freezer, I was not lying. Stuff I pre-cooked is at an all-time low. Since most if it's soup/chili/stuff I make because I have CSA vegetables that need using quicker than I can eat them, this is probably extremely healthy as well as economical.
Okay. This took all day. I'm heading out for my promised deconstructed gin floats.
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 1,350.
Words total: 24,400.
Reason for stopping: My ears are bleeding vowels and random bits of punctuation. And besides, I am awaited by someone who has ice cream and gin drinks.
Darling du Jour: I snuck a glance over to the smokehouse, sitting empty in the distance. It looked the same as ever: thick-walled and solid, a deep-planted anchor 'round which the whole world could turn.
Words Hallie Won't Admit to Knowing: N/A.
Mean Things: One's secrets not being so secret at all. Being so paranoid in one's family relationships as to have insurance on your property rights.
Research Roundup: The lifespan of plastic objects, which is unfortunately not long enough for our purposes. Country dances.
Books in progress: China Mieville, Railsea
Another day of lots of words but not quite enough forward: Buckets more taking of the subtext and making it text, explaining why things are important, letting air into the prose, and so forth. Which makes for a clearer read and is important for people who like good writing (ie, me), but is not necessarily getting me forward. I would like to be forward soon. Where soon = tomorrow afternoon at the latest.
In other news: It is good to know that when I told myself, When I am a full-time writer I will totally eat all the tasty freezer soup in the freezer, I was not lying. Stuff I pre-cooked is at an all-time low. Since most if it's soup/chili/stuff I make because I have CSA vegetables that need using quicker than I can eat them, this is probably extremely healthy as well as economical.
Okay. This took all day. I'm heading out for my promised deconstructed gin floats.
