Thud: On Roadstead Farm
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leahbobetJune 9, 2013 Progress Notes:
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 1100.
Words total: 93,700.
Reason for stopping: Dinner!
Darling du Jour: No time right now.
Mean Things: Serious bonding through serious damage.
Research Roundup: N/A.
Books in progress:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
matociquala, Range of Ghosts.
I forgot that, actually, I hate being nocturnal. It feels bad. So tonight I'm going to pull a hard sleep cycle reset, which also means I might be writing all night (or as long as my head and hands will take it). Which I'd probably have done anyways. We've reached the I hate books I hate writing get this stupid thing out of me! part of the process.
It is a good thing to keep a journal, because I looked back at the posts from when I was finishing Above, and I felt horrible and anxious and desperate and exhausted then too. No, I am not skimping on quality and rushing because of deadlines. This is actually just what it feels like to finish a draft. And I had forgot, probably so I'd actually ever decide again it was a good idea to write a novel.
That was...calming, I guess.
So. Today, in THE TREACHEROUS END TIMES OF THIS STUPID NOVEL WHICH, PLEASE NOTE, IS A NOVEL AND STUPID:
Wrote the tricky scene right off the top, finishing off Chapter 23 and the third section of the book. And then killed off the outstanding scene in Chapter 25, and blew through a bunch of scenes that were missing nothing but a few transitions and the brainpower to write them. Which put us right into final battle mode and a small skim across the rest to fill in bits and bobs there.
Going for dinner now. Back for the evening sitting shortish.
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 1100.
Words total: 93,700.
Reason for stopping: Dinner!
Darling du Jour: No time right now.
Mean Things: Serious bonding through serious damage.
Research Roundup: N/A.
Books in progress:
matociquala, Range of Ghosts.I forgot that, actually, I hate being nocturnal. It feels bad. So tonight I'm going to pull a hard sleep cycle reset, which also means I might be writing all night (or as long as my head and hands will take it). Which I'd probably have done anyways. We've reached the I hate books I hate writing get this stupid thing out of me! part of the process.
It is a good thing to keep a journal, because I looked back at the posts from when I was finishing Above, and I felt horrible and anxious and desperate and exhausted then too. No, I am not skimping on quality and rushing because of deadlines. This is actually just what it feels like to finish a draft. And I had forgot, probably so I'd actually ever decide again it was a good idea to write a novel.
That was...calming, I guess.
So. Today, in THE TREACHEROUS END TIMES OF THIS STUPID NOVEL WHICH, PLEASE NOTE, IS A NOVEL AND STUPID:
Wrote the tricky scene right off the top, finishing off Chapter 23 and the third section of the book. And then killed off the outstanding scene in Chapter 25, and blew through a bunch of scenes that were missing nothing but a few transitions and the brainpower to write them. Which put us right into final battle mode and a small skim across the rest to fill in bits and bobs there.
Going for dinner now. Back for the evening sitting shortish.
