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Progress notes for September 5, 2006:

Raising the Storm


New Words: 420-some words.
Reason for stopping: My eyes are having a hard time staying open.
Tea: Starbucks pumpkin spice latte, cut with some normal coffee and extra cinnamon.
Music: Boiled in Lead, Orb, June Tabor excerpts from Abyssinians and Ashes and Diamonds, Heather Dale, The Road to Santiago
Can't stop fidgeting: Ended up spending a lot of time adding to the list of peoples' names. Went back through several scenes looking for same, and for other details to bring into this closing. Ended up tweaking sentence level problems in the course of that, and rediscovered one more lengthy change I meant to make - but have decided not to do so before I get the whole critted, because it's about the words in one particular scene, and I suspect crits may have too much to say about the substance behind the words.I made a controversial structural choice.
The Glamour!: Housework got done. Whee. And about six (mostly teeny li'l) spiders died horrible deaths. Most in the same area; there must have been a hatching recently. I do hope I cleaned that area sufficiently well, I don't want to see them all grown up.
Inevitable Asides: Made a mistake on the schedule for work today; I'd written in my name, and cut C.C., when it was her turn to work. And she wants every hour that's rightfully hers, as she's about to have a hefty lawyer's fee. Since the accountant wasn't yet ready to show me the new job I'm supposed to be doing, I shrugged and went home. And since I had coffee in me by then, I had no real ability or desire to nap, though I was still a bit baked.

(And yes, I know the song title looks a little ironic - it's actually a lovely MacGarrigle piece that uses folk ballad references, and nought to do with the last subject.)

(no subject)

Progress notes for September 5, 2006:

Raising the Storm


New Words: 420-some words.
Reason for stopping: My eyes are having a hard time staying open.
Tea: Starbucks pumpkin spice latte, cut with some normal coffee and extra cinnamon.
Music: Boiled in Lead, Orb, June Tabor excerpts from Abyssinians and Ashes and Diamonds, Heather Dale, The Road to Santiago
Can't stop fidgeting: Ended up spending a lot of time adding to the list of peoples' names. Went back through several scenes looking for same, and for other details to bring into this closing. Ended up tweaking sentence level problems in the course of that, and rediscovered one more lengthy change I meant to make - but have decided not to do so before I get the whole critted, because it's about the words in one particular scene, and I suspect crits may have too much to say about the substance behind the words.I made a controversial structural choice.
The Glamour!: Housework got done. Whee. And about six (mostly teeny li'l) spiders died horrible deaths. Most in the same area; there must have been a hatching recently. I do hope I cleaned that area sufficiently well, I don't want to see them all grown up.
Inevitable Asides: Made a mistake on the schedule for work today; I'd written in my name, and cut C.C., when it was her turn to work. And she wants every hour that's rightfully hers, as she's about to have a hefty lawyer's fee. Since the accountant wasn't yet ready to show me the new job I'm supposed to be doing, I shrugged and went home. And since I had coffee in me by then, I had no real ability or desire to nap, though I was still a bit baked.

(And yes, I know the song title looks a little ironic - it's actually a lovely MacGarrigle piece that uses folk ballad references, and nought to do with the last subject.)