Thud: On Roadstead Farm
Jun. 8th, 2013 04:27 amJune 7, 2013 Progress Notes:
On Roadstead Farm
Words today:1100. 2600.
Words total:88,100 89,600.
Reason for stopping: I should get to bed while it's still actually dark.
Darling du Jour: Nat stepped forward, took her mother's hands. "Mum," she said softly. "I understand that if I let my brother die, you will skin me with a soup spoon. And then you'll have to spend the rest of your life in black, and it's your worst colour, and it will be all my fault."
Mean Things: Everybody actually knew your awful family secrets all along. War!
Research Roundup: What bad burns look like on dark skin, which is shockingly hard to find; burn treatment for said burns; long-distance hiking gear lists.
Books in progress:
matociquala, Range of Ghosts.
We will not discuss how late I slept after crawling into bed at 6:30am.
Back into Chapter 21 to rip up the floor and mush two scenelets together into one actual scene, because structurally, they were duplicating each other's work. And then forward, to Chapter 25 of all places, because that's the bit that's interesting to me right now, and I may as well go with it.
There was a small break in between here to go get some Indian for dinner, and for a walk in Christie Pits wherein we discussed crowdfunding campaigns for the second Death Star.
This was not how many words I wanted to stay up 'til 4:30am for. But c'est la vie.
On Roadstead Farm
Words today:
Words total:
Reason for stopping: I should get to bed while it's still actually dark.
Darling du Jour: Nat stepped forward, took her mother's hands. "Mum," she said softly. "I understand that if I let my brother die, you will skin me with a soup spoon. And then you'll have to spend the rest of your life in black, and it's your worst colour, and it will be all my fault."
Mean Things: Everybody actually knew your awful family secrets all along. War!
Research Roundup: What bad burns look like on dark skin, which is shockingly hard to find; burn treatment for said burns; long-distance hiking gear lists.
Books in progress:
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We will not discuss how late I slept after crawling into bed at 6:30am.
Back into Chapter 21 to rip up the floor and mush two scenelets together into one actual scene, because structurally, they were duplicating each other's work. And then forward, to Chapter 25 of all places, because that's the bit that's interesting to me right now, and I may as well go with it.
There was a small break in between here to go get some Indian for dinner, and for a walk in Christie Pits wherein we discussed crowdfunding campaigns for the second Death Star.
This was not how many words I wanted to stay up 'til 4:30am for. But c'est la vie.