Thick as the sea they say, but I watched you wash away.

Progress notes for August 24, 2006:

Raising the Storm


New Words: 340 words. (Just enough not to feel guilty.)
Reason for stopping: Midnight. Sleep!
Tea: Not even apple juice.
Music: Jim Moray, Sweet England, Oh Susanna, Johnstown
Mean Things: New barriers between previously good friends.
Can't stop fidgeting: Cleaned up some of the bit just before this, mostly to get in the mood.

Inevitable Asides: Good archery session tonight - not that my aim is much better, but there were lots of us, and that makes all events feel better. And Ceddwyn did observe one thing about my technique I already knew, but it helps to be reminded by an outside source.

I also did somethign I'd been considering for a while: I sold my old bow for $55.00 to a good home. I'd meant to put it on the online group announcements, but there was a woman there who's fairly new but improving and likely to stay with the sport, and she seemed a good match. It's cheap enough she can get the arrows too for what she'd normally pay for a like-new used bow or the cheapest of new bows. This is one I haven't used regularly in over 3 years, but pulled out to play or check a handful of times, and loaned out very slightly more often, and otherwise stored right, and we had it looked at by two knowledgeable people, just in case. (It's NOT the one I used just before the horsebow, which is warped.)

I also found out pretty much for sure that the government Student Loans think we have enough money for tuition and books. Meh. I don't think explaining that our finances are recovering from the wedding and some major renovation is adequate, since they seem to figure we must obviously have been squirreling away our cash, as University is the only thing that happens in peoples' lives.

Line of credit set-up time.

Thick as the sea they say, but I watched you wash away.

Progress notes for August 24, 2006:

Raising the Storm


New Words: 340 words. (Just enough not to feel guilty.)
Reason for stopping: Midnight. Sleep!
Tea: Not even apple juice.
Music: Jim Moray, Sweet England, Oh Susanna, Johnstown
Mean Things: New barriers between previously good friends.
Can't stop fidgeting: Cleaned up some of the bit just before this, mostly to get in the mood.

Inevitable Asides: Good archery session tonight - not that my aim is much better, but there were lots of us, and that makes all events feel better. And Ceddwyn did observe one thing about my technique I already knew, but it helps to be reminded by an outside source.

I also did somethign I'd been considering for a while: I sold my old bow for $55.00 to a good home. I'd meant to put it on the online group announcements, but there was a woman there who's fairly new but improving and likely to stay with the sport, and she seemed a good match. It's cheap enough she can get the arrows too for what she'd normally pay for a like-new used bow or the cheapest of new bows. This is one I haven't used regularly in over 3 years, but pulled out to play or check a handful of times, and loaned out very slightly more often, and otherwise stored right, and we had it looked at by two knowledgeable people, just in case. (It's NOT the one I used just before the horsebow, which is warped.)

I also found out pretty much for sure that the government Student Loans think we have enough money for tuition and books. Meh. I don't think explaining that our finances are recovering from the wedding and some major renovation is adequate, since they seem to figure we must obviously have been squirreling away our cash, as University is the only thing that happens in peoples' lives.

Line of credit set-up time.

Di nahkt nor aleyn is mit mir

Progress notes for August 25, 2006:

Raising the Storm


New Words: 1560 words.
Reason for stopping: Looked at the time, went "I have to work in the morning!" Which meant stopping dead in mid-scene. At least it will be easy to resume
Tea: cold milk & Dooleys, followed a while after by pomegranate-blueberry juice.
Music: Karen & Helene, Solen, June Tabor, Aleyn
Darling du Jour: Dasku lingered out over the water, both watched and watching with uncertainty.
. (There's a better zinger that's also, alas, a spoiler.)
Mean Things:All that pretty gold...
Can't stop fidgeting: Fixed an inconsistency in a prior chapter while looking something up. Flipped the order of two smaller scenes.


So nobody tried to encourage me to keep going and get this novel done by the start of school. Either I now know how few people read to the end of my whinier entries, or I now know how few people want to encourage me to write.

... in case you missed it, ;)

I know it's a personal endeavour of not much interest to many of you -- I'm not knocking it to say that, so don't try to soothe or encourage or re-raise my flags. I feel fine about my writing. I feel fine about the fact that this day-by-day pace is not of interest to many, especially those with busy lives of their own, or many friends with more cool things to say, or the like.

I also know my rambles, especially the whiny ones, are sometimes best skimmed - for all I line-edit a fair bit, I admit I don't properly revise these things, and I've almost given up on using lj-cuts for mere long prose posts because I find it more a nuisance when I see it on my friends page than finding a long post is (Pictures are another matter, and some memes -- the five-hundred question one which strains the most generous definition of long post comes to mind, though I refuse to do it -- likewise).

My posts are the epitome of off-the-cuff, and proof why I say I write long drafts, then trim. ("I'm writing you a long letter because I haven't the time to write a shorter one..." or however that quote goes.)

And if I were really annoyed, I'd be using the mild blue fire-breathing wyvern icon, because even mild blue fire breathing wyverns are fire breathing wyverns. Though I keep meaning to make a new icon from that bowl so's I can show off many annoyed little dragons.

Di nahkt nor aleyn is mit mir

Progress notes for August 25, 2006:

Raising the Storm


New Words: 1560 words.
Reason for stopping: Looked at the time, went "I have to work in the morning!" Which meant stopping dead in mid-scene. At least it will be easy to resume
Tea: cold milk & Dooleys, followed a while after by pomegranate-blueberry juice.
Music: Karen & Helene, Solen, June Tabor, Aleyn
Darling du Jour: Dasku lingered out over the water, both watched and watching with uncertainty.
. (There's a better zinger that's also, alas, a spoiler.)
Mean Things:All that pretty gold...
Can't stop fidgeting: Fixed an inconsistency in a prior chapter while looking something up. Flipped the order of two smaller scenes.


So nobody tried to encourage me to keep going and get this novel done by the start of school. Either I now know how few people read to the end of my whinier entries, or I now know how few people want to encourage me to write.

... in case you missed it, ;)

I know it's a personal endeavour of not much interest to many of you -- I'm not knocking it to say that, so don't try to soothe or encourage or re-raise my flags. I feel fine about my writing. I feel fine about the fact that this day-by-day pace is not of interest to many, especially those with busy lives of their own, or many friends with more cool things to say, or the like.

I also know my rambles, especially the whiny ones, are sometimes best skimmed - for all I line-edit a fair bit, I admit I don't properly revise these things, and I've almost given up on using lj-cuts for mere long prose posts because I find it more a nuisance when I see it on my friends page than finding a long post is (Pictures are another matter, and some memes -- the five-hundred question one which strains the most generous definition of long post comes to mind, though I refuse to do it -- likewise).

My posts are the epitome of off-the-cuff, and proof why I say I write long drafts, then trim. ("I'm writing you a long letter because I haven't the time to write a shorter one..." or however that quote goes.)

And if I were really annoyed, I'd be using the mild blue fire-breathing wyvern icon, because even mild blue fire breathing wyverns are fire breathing wyverns. Though I keep meaning to make a new icon from that bowl so's I can show off many annoyed little dragons.