Mostly about religion, some about writing.
Nov. 7th, 2005 12:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lenora_roseAt church this morning, we had a bagpiper, hiding at the very back of
the balcony where msot of the congregation couldn't see him even when
they turned around. From the choir, between the altar and the organ
pipes, of cours,e I could see him perfectly - silhouetted against
stained glass, beside the throne-like chairs in the centre. Very pretty
image, that. Pretty good piping, too.
So, I managed to get the POV switch done, then barrelled through several short chapters' worth of edits. I admit I stopped looking at the sheets with my prior editorial marks, so I may have missed typos (I did catch the place I put "You ate the healer" rather than "You are..."), but I change a heck of a lot. Name changes, alas, aren't always as simple as a find-and-replace - when the things used in place of the name are titles and honorifics, some sentences would just read wrong if all you did was swap-out. My back hurts.
I also did a first real session on the stair-climber, plus all the warm-up, cool down, and arm exercises. Alas, the push-ups I did yesterday made the ones today painful, so I'll skip those tomorrow, lest on Tuesday I'm unable to do archery. It ased my back a bit, before I went back and did more of the same.
And, weirdly enough, all my November NaAmbiguWriMo (Which is slightly more accurate than cicadabug's offering of NaNoAmbiguMo, as it's all writing-related but not all novel-related) and winter-long exercise stuff seems to have come in by way of cat-vaccuuming.
Yes, I'm writing to avoid something else.
The Digger's class I'm taking is in part a set-up for membership in Augustine specifically and the United Church of Canada in general. And one thing we're supposed to do is find a way to express our core faith, what brought us to Christianity, and what we believe matters most in it.
I know a lot of these things, of course. But I don't know how to express them. I mean, yes, I got most of them out to Loraine in a lengthy discussion with much stammering and back-tracking and digressions that may or may not be relevant, and I could probably converse about them with any number of people at length, but to sum them up in two or three paragraphs? I could even couch it in my own fiction. She thought that could be neat. But the only piece of work that's current that has anything to do with that is novel-length (That being Raising the Storm. The main character is basically a priest). And the only other one that jumps to mind is a zero-draft novellette I mean to rework whenever it finally feels time, about the current character's great-grandmother. Not exactly up for a two minute presentation.
I'm seriously tempted to just read excerpts from The Silver Chair and Hogfather. Heck, if I could do it convincingly, Loraine would let me get away with it.
So, I managed to get the POV switch done, then barrelled through several short chapters' worth of edits. I admit I stopped looking at the sheets with my prior editorial marks, so I may have missed typos (I did catch the place I put "You ate the healer" rather than "You are..."), but I change a heck of a lot. Name changes, alas, aren't always as simple as a find-and-replace - when the things used in place of the name are titles and honorifics, some sentences would just read wrong if all you did was swap-out. My back hurts.
I also did a first real session on the stair-climber, plus all the warm-up, cool down, and arm exercises. Alas, the push-ups I did yesterday made the ones today painful, so I'll skip those tomorrow, lest on Tuesday I'm unable to do archery. It ased my back a bit, before I went back and did more of the same.
And, weirdly enough, all my November NaAmbiguWriMo (Which is slightly more accurate than cicadabug's offering of NaNoAmbiguMo, as it's all writing-related but not all novel-related) and winter-long exercise stuff seems to have come in by way of cat-vaccuuming.
Yes, I'm writing to avoid something else.
The Digger's class I'm taking is in part a set-up for membership in Augustine specifically and the United Church of Canada in general. And one thing we're supposed to do is find a way to express our core faith, what brought us to Christianity, and what we believe matters most in it.
I know a lot of these things, of course. But I don't know how to express them. I mean, yes, I got most of them out to Loraine in a lengthy discussion with much stammering and back-tracking and digressions that may or may not be relevant, and I could probably converse about them with any number of people at length, but to sum them up in two or three paragraphs? I could even couch it in my own fiction. She thought that could be neat. But the only piece of work that's current that has anything to do with that is novel-length (That being Raising the Storm. The main character is basically a priest). And the only other one that jumps to mind is a zero-draft novellette I mean to rework whenever it finally feels time, about the current character's great-grandmother. Not exactly up for a two minute presentation.
I'm seriously tempted to just read excerpts from The Silver Chair and Hogfather. Heck, if I could do it convincingly, Loraine would let me get away with it.
