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leahbobetAugust 10, 2012 Progress Notes:
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 750.
Words total: 28,825.
Reason for stopping: I've a bookstore to open tomorrow. Bed, bed, bed.
Darling du Jour: I traced the shape of its hooked beak on the ancient glass of my bedroom window. Its eyes stared sightless back at me: four of them, spider-round, and white as old, dead snow. The smell of it through the cracked bottom pane was dust and violets.
Mean Things: Not being out of the woods yet by far. Creepy dead bird is super creepy. Also, I am going to be a total jerk and kill a small helpless fictional animal. Sorry, animal. You die for the greater glory of the plot.
Research Roundup: Spider eyes. Which I advise you to never image-Google, because eeeee--
Books in progress: Sean Stewart, Resurrection Man
Tonight Chandra has made me write words even though I was tired and wanted to bail and go see Batman. So any work done tonight is courtesy of her and this tasty Vahlrona chocolate mocha latte I have drunk to combat said tiredness.
Tonight also features the addition of 1,000% more Fucked Up Shit into the manuscript. Which I feel like it sorely needed, thank you. Now that I can look at my work and say, "That's fucked up," I feel like we're on the right track. :D
Bed. More tomorrow, when we shall work date for a second time.
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 750.
Words total: 28,825.
Reason for stopping: I've a bookstore to open tomorrow. Bed, bed, bed.
Darling du Jour: I traced the shape of its hooked beak on the ancient glass of my bedroom window. Its eyes stared sightless back at me: four of them, spider-round, and white as old, dead snow. The smell of it through the cracked bottom pane was dust and violets.
Mean Things: Not being out of the woods yet by far. Creepy dead bird is super creepy. Also, I am going to be a total jerk and kill a small helpless fictional animal. Sorry, animal. You die for the greater glory of the plot.
Research Roundup: Spider eyes. Which I advise you to never image-Google, because eeeee--
Books in progress: Sean Stewart, Resurrection Man
Tonight Chandra has made me write words even though I was tired and wanted to bail and go see Batman. So any work done tonight is courtesy of her and this tasty Vahlrona chocolate mocha latte I have drunk to combat said tiredness.
Tonight also features the addition of 1,000% more Fucked Up Shit into the manuscript. Which I feel like it sorely needed, thank you. Now that I can look at my work and say, "That's fucked up," I feel like we're on the right track. :D
Bed. More tomorrow, when we shall work date for a second time.
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Date: 2012-08-11 09:11 pm (UTC)