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Thud: On Roadstead Farm
May 24, 2013 Progress Notes:
On Roadstead Farm
Words today:1000. 1100
Words total:71,000. 71,100
Reason for stopping: P. is home from work, and we are going to eat dinner and play board games like old folks do.
Darling du Jour: "He was swallowed up," Lieutenant Jackson said, and looked at his callused hands; an old horror on his weathered face. "John Balsam slew the Wicked God, and his last act was to take up his prophet, Asphodel Jones, and devour him whole."
Mean Things: Missing home very badly; death, death, and death; being attacked by something you can't see is pretty much ultra-no fun; being eaten up by your own deity like it's Cthulhu Time yum yum nom.
Research Roundup: Rigor mortis; mapwork again, giving me the fun of having a character grow up on the wilderness conservation area they used to take us to on school trips when I was a kid. It's where I learned what scat was!
Books in progress:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
matociquala, Range of Ghosts.
All this and I just realized I don't have any (original, pre-war that kills your dads) single-parent families in this book. Well, fixed that.
Today in YE OLDE TALE OF PEOPLE GETTING INTO EACH OTHER'S BUSINESS (ALSO MONSTERS):
Back over Chapter 13 again, and through it to the end, and now we're into Chapter 14 and a lot of splainin' that needs doing by some people right now. There is a strain of Lovecraftian horror in this thing that just keeps getting stronger the farther we go on.
Sometimes the word I want in a sentence is not a word in English. There is nothing in this language that has the full richness of broigus. I am going to defect to artsy literary fiction so I can write sentences which have all the words I want, and then people will just have to look it up.
Maybe more after dinner. I dunno. We'll see.
(ETA: Got 100 more. Not much, but hey.)
On Roadstead Farm
Words today:
Words total:
Reason for stopping: P. is home from work, and we are going to eat dinner and play board games like old folks do.
Darling du Jour: "He was swallowed up," Lieutenant Jackson said, and looked at his callused hands; an old horror on his weathered face. "John Balsam slew the Wicked God, and his last act was to take up his prophet, Asphodel Jones, and devour him whole."
Mean Things: Missing home very badly; death, death, and death; being attacked by something you can't see is pretty much ultra-no fun; being eaten up by your own deity like it's Cthulhu Time yum yum nom.
Research Roundup: Rigor mortis; mapwork again, giving me the fun of having a character grow up on the wilderness conservation area they used to take us to on school trips when I was a kid. It's where I learned what scat was!
Books in progress:
matociquala, Range of Ghosts.All this and I just realized I don't have any (original, pre-war that kills your dads) single-parent families in this book. Well, fixed that.
Today in YE OLDE TALE OF PEOPLE GETTING INTO EACH OTHER'S BUSINESS (ALSO MONSTERS):
Back over Chapter 13 again, and through it to the end, and now we're into Chapter 14 and a lot of splainin' that needs doing by some people right now. There is a strain of Lovecraftian horror in this thing that just keeps getting stronger the farther we go on.
Sometimes the word I want in a sentence is not a word in English. There is nothing in this language that has the full richness of broigus. I am going to defect to artsy literary fiction so I can write sentences which have all the words I want, and then people will just have to look it up.
Maybe more after dinner. I dunno. We'll see.
(ETA: Got 100 more. Not much, but hey.)
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