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Thud: On Roadstead Farm (evening edition)
May 29, 2013 Progress Notes:
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 1,500.
Words total: 80,300.
Reason for stopping: It is kind of 3:30am.
Darling du Jour: He looked down at me, startled; a too-young man with a bird, a shaft of sunlight in his hand.
Mean Things: Realizing just how complicated one's fucked-up parent actually was; a non-trivial depressive crash.
Research Roundup: N/A.
Books in progress:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
matociquala, Range of Ghosts.
Round two, because I promised myself I'd break 80,000 words tonight.
Tonight in HOW I SAVED THE WORLD TO PUT OFF CLEANING THE HENHOUSE:
Into Chapter 17 and a somewhat unexpected direction, which doesn't take me off-outline, but...considering what conflicts were set up in the early days of this thing I suppose I should've seen it all coming. It is...still not where I thought we would be. But there's a line or two in Chapter 16 that touches the very heart of the thing, and you don't do that without a consequence.
Things are sombre right now. And somewhat heartbroken. And somewhat true. At least if you're going to hit a crash, you have access to people with coping tools. There is that.
Tomorrow, hopefully we kill the rest of Chapter 17. And then, well. Shit gets real.
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 1,500.
Words total: 80,300.
Reason for stopping: It is kind of 3:30am.
Darling du Jour: He looked down at me, startled; a too-young man with a bird, a shaft of sunlight in his hand.
Mean Things: Realizing just how complicated one's fucked-up parent actually was; a non-trivial depressive crash.
Research Roundup: N/A.
Books in progress:
matociquala, Range of Ghosts.Round two, because I promised myself I'd break 80,000 words tonight.
Tonight in HOW I SAVED THE WORLD TO PUT OFF CLEANING THE HENHOUSE:
Into Chapter 17 and a somewhat unexpected direction, which doesn't take me off-outline, but...considering what conflicts were set up in the early days of this thing I suppose I should've seen it all coming. It is...still not where I thought we would be. But there's a line or two in Chapter 16 that touches the very heart of the thing, and you don't do that without a consequence.
Things are sombre right now. And somewhat heartbroken. And somewhat true. At least if you're going to hit a crash, you have access to people with coping tools. There is that.
Tomorrow, hopefully we kill the rest of Chapter 17. And then, well. Shit gets real.