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[lenora_rose]

First things first: RrrrRARGH!

matociquala, really now. Did you absolutely HAVE to start a chapter in Carnival with "Lesa woke cold" !?

Bad writer. No cookie. (Not like I can currently afford to send cookies on to anyone.)

OTOH, loffing the book otherwise. Many shiny things to admire. The relationship has none of the feel I associate with rutabagas, even a truly well written rutabaga. It's just a well drawn love story. (For those not reading Ebear's journal, don't worry, it makes sense to her.)
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Booking along in the writing, just not the reporting.


Progress notes for January 8, 2007:

Soldier of the Road


Total words new or revised : 2900
Probable percentage actually new:50
Reason for stopping: Class time arrived.
Tea: White chocolate flavoured coffee, followed by a machine-made toffee cappuccino.
Music: Not at the loonieversity.
Mean Things: palace bred boy ends up sent off the road into wilderness. Also, getting shot at. Also, first snowfall.
There’s always one more quirk in the character: Ketan used to gather mushrooms. Now that he’s alone in the wilderness, he really misses the pig.
Can't stop fidgeting: Note that above I’ve changed the field to words new or revised. I’m pretty much entirely going paragraph by paragraph; I read what’s there, rewrite most of it into new words, then delete the old version; some paragraphs vanish unmourned, some new details arrive in their midst.

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Progress notes for January 9, 2007:

Soldier of the Road

Total words new or revised : 4000
Probable percentage actually new:Well under 50. This scene I actually got almost right, except for the actual bit right with the ghost. The lead-up and fall-out mostly worked, though.
Reason for stopping: I wasn’t supposed to be up until 2 AM.
Tea: Korean green. Then apple juice.
Music: Loreena McKennitt on serious repeats.
Mean Things: Vengeful ghosts trying to eat one’s life. Disobeying orders in the thick of battle. Major shoulder injury, plus concussion. False memories.
Darling du jour:
"The God was with you in more ways than one," he said.
"Alas," I replied, then hoped he took it for a joke.
There’s always one more quirk in the character: I didn't expect a new quirk in a scene mostly revised not written anew, but the above ambivalence about direct religious intervention was a surprise.
Random things that are really pissing me off.: The university’s mouse at this computer shuts off between scrollings, or when pages upload. So I have to wake it up before *every* use.

I think today I shall rest from this endeavour; for one thing, i really need to go through and figure out chapter breaks.
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Got to walk to class in my pretty garb again today; we're doing student group recruitments once more. I agreed to go again tomorrow, at least for the afternoon. I think the morning shall be sleepness.

Comments

[matociquala.livejournal.com]

*g* And now, what's wrong with that sentence? *g* It works fine for me! (and thank you. Not that I have anything against rutabagas. But the Air Of Dismissal was getting to me.)

[lenora-rose.livejournal.com]

"Wrong" isn't the word I'd choose. Sneaky or Evil. But not Wrong.

I've read enough rutabagas of good quality not to have anything against them, but there is a feel to them above and beyond love story tropes, even when the rutabaga aspect is a subplot (And even when the rutabaga is heterosexual.)

I think it's the fact that truthfully, most rutabagas (Actually, most fanfic, but that's neither here nor there) *are* written for the gratification of someone's kink; usually the author's. but even with requested rutabagas, thew author is at minimum sympathetic to the kink. It comes out in the writing -- something in the way the characters play off each other.

You weren't setting up the relationships in the book to please anyone's kink. (Okay, you've confessed to a kink for "fraught". So maybe you did, just not in the way that would make it feel... rutabagish?)

[matociquala.livejournal.com]

I am pleased to say that you are, AFAIK, the only person ever to catch that. ;-)

I would guess, that the point of yer typical rutabaga *is* the rutabaga? It's like a straight romance: the payoff is the romance. I'd like to think in Carnival, the romance is a complication, and the payoff is the moral and ethical dilemma.

If that makes any sense?

[lenora-rose.livejournal.com]

It makes sense.

AS for the "Lesa woke cold", I haven't read Anne McCaffrey for at least or eight years, and that particular one probably not since high school. I only remember it because someone on a writing site once mentioned it as an evocative first line, which made me think, "How?"

[matociquala.livejournal.com]

Well, it evokes cold.

And waking.

[sartorias.livejournal.com]

Finished part three. And going back to read a second time, while waiting on new sections.