Thus far....
Mar. 27th, 2008 12:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lenora_roseToday was day off pottery, because my brain can only handle so much. As can my shelves, alas. I do hope some of those plates will be ready to trim tomorrow.
Thus far, I have:
Eight plates. i think. Might be seven. Besdies the oens done before I started the count, I've added four thrown Monday, two on Tuesday. All different shapes. I think the last two are better-made, as I did them after my professor demo'd a few more, showing me some more tips and tricks to keeping them from phlumphing over.
One and a half more animal heads. (The otter is done; the Donkey has her basic shape down, but no detail work.) I'd meant to get back to that tonight after spending time with my husband, but it wasn't happening. Gives the four gashes I gave myself time to heal.
Decoration 3/4-complete on one more bowl. Three other undecorated bowls ready for bisque.
Three glaze disasters ground away to see the underlying damage (plus, of course, the kiln shelf they stood on similarly ground down and repainted.) The mug is pretty, the crack doesn't go all the way through, but it's totally NOT food safe. Mugs, especially handled mugs, are not items people buy for anything other than the consumption of drink. The bowl actually melted and lost shape in the kiln from the glaze flow. It's effectively dead. Not sure why I didn't shatter it already. The teeny little bottle/vase survived; it's also not food-safe, but it's so patently not a food container I hardly think it matters.
Also, I really don't know how I did it, but in the midst of pottery marathon, I got far enough in the combination rewrite/edit of the Serpent Prince to get to the scene where my protagonist deliberately eats a poisoned plate of food just to see the look on someone's face. (He's such a bloody teenager. And he thinks he's being clever because he's immune to snake venom.) Which is the opening gambit in the midpoint demi-climax, the big Cool Scene(s) that starts the slide into disaster.
Which, yes. Means I switched novels again -- after the first three parts (of eleven) Raising the Storm needs considerably less editing, so around part 4 I made the executive decision not to continue. And failed to switch back to Bird of Dusk. Fortunately, aiming for the Serpent Prince is not unwise. This one is the most commercially viable of them all; a reasonable standalone yet with two built-in sequels. Set it a relatively familiar fantasy-style country.
Also: the wordcount at this mid-point scene? 38,000. Bird of Dusk, to date, (which is likely around the 2/3 mark)? 90,500. The almost precise mid-point of Raising the Storm? 92,000.
Plus, of course, I like my teenaged idiot disguised as an emotionless warrior. And most of the people surrounding him.
Thus far, I have:
Eight plates. i think. Might be seven. Besdies the oens done before I started the count, I've added four thrown Monday, two on Tuesday. All different shapes. I think the last two are better-made, as I did them after my professor demo'd a few more, showing me some more tips and tricks to keeping them from phlumphing over.
One and a half more animal heads. (The otter is done; the Donkey has her basic shape down, but no detail work.) I'd meant to get back to that tonight after spending time with my husband, but it wasn't happening. Gives the four gashes I gave myself time to heal.
Decoration 3/4-complete on one more bowl. Three other undecorated bowls ready for bisque.
Three glaze disasters ground away to see the underlying damage (plus, of course, the kiln shelf they stood on similarly ground down and repainted.) The mug is pretty, the crack doesn't go all the way through, but it's totally NOT food safe. Mugs, especially handled mugs, are not items people buy for anything other than the consumption of drink. The bowl actually melted and lost shape in the kiln from the glaze flow. It's effectively dead. Not sure why I didn't shatter it already. The teeny little bottle/vase survived; it's also not food-safe, but it's so patently not a food container I hardly think it matters.
Also, I really don't know how I did it, but in the midst of pottery marathon, I got far enough in the combination rewrite/edit of the Serpent Prince to get to the scene where my protagonist deliberately eats a poisoned plate of food just to see the look on someone's face. (He's such a bloody teenager. And he thinks he's being clever because he's immune to snake venom.) Which is the opening gambit in the midpoint demi-climax, the big Cool Scene(s) that starts the slide into disaster.
Which, yes. Means I switched novels again -- after the first three parts (of eleven) Raising the Storm needs considerably less editing, so around part 4 I made the executive decision not to continue. And failed to switch back to Bird of Dusk. Fortunately, aiming for the Serpent Prince is not unwise. This one is the most commercially viable of them all; a reasonable standalone yet with two built-in sequels. Set it a relatively familiar fantasy-style country.
Also: the wordcount at this mid-point scene? 38,000. Bird of Dusk, to date, (which is likely around the 2/3 mark)? 90,500. The almost precise mid-point of Raising the Storm? 92,000.
Plus, of course, I like my teenaged idiot disguised as an emotionless warrior. And most of the people surrounding him.
