Following up on the last entry

Colin's parents have arrived in town. Alas! I expected them tomorrow, so nothing is cleaned, so my mother-in-law-to-be has already started helping us tidy. Fortunately, they're not staying here, or the state of my study would be a deep embarrassment; instead, they might not even be up here much, though they've declared that they're here specifically to help us do all the stuff not done in the course of wedding craziness. I'm getting off the computer soon to do some cleaning, nonetheless.

Last night I sat to write for what was literally meant to be the span of two songs. It ended up 4, plus some silence, and resulted in 500 words -- words that even seemed to go somewhere. Yay!

In an ideal world, I'd hammer out all this climax stuff before the wedding, and have a sort of finished draft, so i could come back after the honeymoon to revisions. (Normally, I wouldn't call two weeks time enough, but since I plan to be writing an entirely different project while out there, plus, of course, the whole Italy/Malta change of pace and scene, I suspect it will do. Besides, this revision would be the one to smooth things out enoguh for beta readers, not the one to do once I have beta feedback.)

Now, yesterday, I rambled on about Battlestar Galactica. (And for those who read same too early, I rewrote bits today to make it more coherent. I don't know if I succeeded.)

( Follow-Up One: Everyday religion. )

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( Follow-up Two: Theory. )

Following up on the last entry

Colin's parents have arrived in town. Alas! I expected them tomorrow, so nothing is cleaned, so my mother-in-law-to-be has already started helping us tidy. Fortunately, they're not staying here, or the state of my study would be a deep embarrassment; instead, they might not even be up here much, though they've declared that they're here specifically to help us do all the stuff not done in the course of wedding craziness. I'm getting off the computer soon to do some cleaning, nonetheless.

Last night I sat to write for what was literally meant to be the span of two songs. It ended up 4, plus some silence, and resulted in 500 words -- words that even seemed to go somewhere. Yay!

In an ideal world, I'd hammer out all this climax stuff before the wedding, and have a sort of finished draft, so i could come back after the honeymoon to revisions. (Normally, I wouldn't call two weeks time enough, but since I plan to be writing an entirely different project while out there, plus, of course, the whole Italy/Malta change of pace and scene, I suspect it will do. Besides, this revision would be the one to smooth things out enoguh for beta readers, not the one to do once I have beta feedback.)

Now, yesterday, I rambled on about Battlestar Galactica. (And for those who read same too early, I rewrote bits today to make it more coherent. I don't know if I succeeded.)

( Follow-Up One: Everyday religion. )

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( Follow-up Two: Theory. )