June 11, 2008 Progress Notes:AboveWords today: 2000.
Words total: 46,500 MS Word, 57,500 SMF.
Reason for stopping: 2am again, although I'm wide awake. The humidity this weekend entirely messed up my sleep schedule.
Liquid Refreshment: Water.
Munchies: Mangoes! Strawberries! Sheep's-milk cheese!
Darling du Jour: (They didn't know what to do with my kind back then, he'd say with a gentle smile, and I'd ask
lion-foot people? and he'd laugh and laugh, his rich Papa laugh, and go no no, people from Punjab. Indian people, he'd say.
One place Above was much like another for me, especially when I was knee-high to my Papa and followed him everywhere except the dark Duty shifts Above. "Do they now?" I asked him once, and the smile went away and his eyes looked elsewhere. No, he said. They do not.
Papa sad was frightening. I didn't ask again.)
Words Matthew Won't Admit to Knowing: apprehensive, vestibule. He did kind of want the second one, but we could not make a case for him having it.
Mean Things: Knowing everybody lies about how bad things really were for your father, because it's your father. And the girl who's famous for doing runners not waiting until you get home. And all this after two pitched battles in one day.
Research Roundup: Top 100 girls' names 1960-1969, common Quebecois surnames, 1960s immigration patterns coming into Toronto, grandmother and grandfather in Hindi.
Books in progress: Textbooks. No time for much else right now.
The glamour: Today was reasonably busy for not leaving the house. Packed up a story to go out, edited an essay to go in, worked on the garden, worked on job application, and worked -- hardcore -- on the grant application due next week, as well as the usual bits and drabs of support mail and so forth. Writing was fairly soothing after all that.
I really shouldn't be working on this right now -- I should be working either on my grant application or on the Shakespeare essay that's also due Monday, which I have not done nearly enough work on. Part of the grant application, however, is a synopsis, and there's about 15-20k of this book where I don't know what happens.
It's right after this bit that I'm working on now.
I'm not sure if I was thinking maybe if I worded it'd
tell me what happens? This did not work. But doing something was a lot happier than beating my head against the synopsis for an unfinished book some more.
After putting together the literary resume and sending out the first fifteen pages (they want fifteen pages) to a few people on a quick turnaround, though? I am actually feeling some serious confidence in myself and this book today. I forget sometimes that I have at least a little awesome to my name.
Tomorrow evening is Laurell K. Hamilton, answering questions and signing at the Merrill Collection. I'll be working that, so if you have the missing 15-20k of plot that I can put in my synopsis, please feel free to put it on the doorstep there. :p
Bed now. Hopefully to sleep, hopefully to dream.