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lenora_roseProgress 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.
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.
