Thud: On Roadstead Farm
May. 21st, 2013 03:47 amMay 20, 2013 Progress Notes:
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 1400.
Words total: 65,450.
Reason for stopping: I might still be running on west coast time, but it's really late.
Darling du Jour: "I saw him once," Lieutenant Jackson said, softer. "From a distance, in our camp once the Wicked God was slaughtered. He walked so tall, even with everything we'd been through; walked like a man who could find his way through anything. Made a man want to follow him; see how it's done. Perhaps you could turn out like that yourself, it made you think."
Mean Things: Secrets and secrets and lies and lies.
Research Roundup: Herons in flight.
Books in progress:
matociquala, Range of Ghosts.
We are back from Nebula Weekend, not much the worse for wear despite two full days that were just airports, and airplanes, and plus one day in the park this afternoon to fill the well back up. I may write that up properly tomorrow; I might not. I will try, if fiction's going well enough.
I do not write very well on planes. I managed maybe 500 words, all told, all weekend (although they were super-productive ones that put a serious plot point together, and that's my new lodestar for the time being). This is the beginning of making up for that: the wholesale killing of Chapter 11 tonight, and a good start into Chapter 12.
Tomorrow's goal: Take down Chapter 12 too, and crunch right on ahead. It's time this thing got done already.
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 1400.
Words total: 65,450.
Reason for stopping: I might still be running on west coast time, but it's really late.
Darling du Jour: "I saw him once," Lieutenant Jackson said, softer. "From a distance, in our camp once the Wicked God was slaughtered. He walked so tall, even with everything we'd been through; walked like a man who could find his way through anything. Made a man want to follow him; see how it's done. Perhaps you could turn out like that yourself, it made you think."
Mean Things: Secrets and secrets and lies and lies.
Research Roundup: Herons in flight.
Books in progress:
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We are back from Nebula Weekend, not much the worse for wear despite two full days that were just airports, and airplanes, and plus one day in the park this afternoon to fill the well back up. I may write that up properly tomorrow; I might not. I will try, if fiction's going well enough.
I do not write very well on planes. I managed maybe 500 words, all told, all weekend (although they were super-productive ones that put a serious plot point together, and that's my new lodestar for the time being). This is the beginning of making up for that: the wholesale killing of Chapter 11 tonight, and a good start into Chapter 12.
Tomorrow's goal: Take down Chapter 12 too, and crunch right on ahead. It's time this thing got done already.