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Thud: On Roadstead Farm (evening edition)
May 30, 2013 Progress Notes:
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 700.
Words total: 82,700.
Reason for stopping: Bedtime cometh. And I promised I'd be there before three tonight.
Darling du Jour: A bitter laugh bubbled out of me. It echoed on the stones. "You bet it isn't safe," I snapped, and Nat grabbed my elbow: Careful. There were knives out, here. There were shovels.
Someone was going to die.
Mean Things: Death by invasive species, because I'm hardcore; not being sure exactly who's going to lynch whom.
Research Roundup: Effects of running in winter air.
Books in progress:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
matociquala, Range of Ghosts.
P. made mango shrimp for dinner. Best P. ever.
Just a little bit more tonight: It's late, but I wanted to get over the 2,000-word hump for the day. So I went over Chapter 17 and what I have of Chapter 18 again to squeeze out all the Suck Juice, and they are both somewhat improved. Moral: Eat vegetables and protein when writing words. They make the brain go better.
Tomorrow is a weirdly staggered day, because I have a long-standing appointment for a haircut, and so there will be an hour or two where I can't actually wreck my wrists on this. I need to spend that time wisely. Possibly reading. This well could stand some filling back up.
More tomorrow. General goals: Finish Chapter 18. Maybe Chapter 19 too. Slide merrily down the downslope of the third act.
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 700.
Words total: 82,700.
Reason for stopping: Bedtime cometh. And I promised I'd be there before three tonight.
Darling du Jour: A bitter laugh bubbled out of me. It echoed on the stones. "You bet it isn't safe," I snapped, and Nat grabbed my elbow: Careful. There were knives out, here. There were shovels.
Someone was going to die.
Mean Things: Death by invasive species, because I'm hardcore; not being sure exactly who's going to lynch whom.
Research Roundup: Effects of running in winter air.
Books in progress:
matociquala, Range of Ghosts.P. made mango shrimp for dinner. Best P. ever.
Just a little bit more tonight: It's late, but I wanted to get over the 2,000-word hump for the day. So I went over Chapter 17 and what I have of Chapter 18 again to squeeze out all the Suck Juice, and they are both somewhat improved. Moral: Eat vegetables and protein when writing words. They make the brain go better.
Tomorrow is a weirdly staggered day, because I have a long-standing appointment for a haircut, and so there will be an hour or two where I can't actually wreck my wrists on this. I need to spend that time wisely. Possibly reading. This well could stand some filling back up.
More tomorrow. General goals: Finish Chapter 18. Maybe Chapter 19 too. Slide merrily down the downslope of the third act.