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Well, that was harder than it needed to be
Sunday, November 13th, 2005 04:51 pmI am now the proud possessor of a complete 2005 tide table for Old Orchard Beach, Maine. Only took thirty minutes and three refined searches for something that should've been dead easy. *sigh*
A file crate has been pressed into duty from basement retirement so that I can keep all my notes and maps and things in one spot. I don't usually work this way, and the sheer paperage attending this project is ...frightening. I've been gathering information and making false starts for something over five months. I was just about ready to throw in the towel; it looked like nothing was going to jell; that in fact I had too much information.
Then, someone mooched along into my head and allowed as how he was the hero of the piece, complete with name, and I felt the Big Pile of Info I'd amassed shift and stir and take on meaning as bits redistributed themselves, associating in ways that began to make sense.
Soon after the hero's arrival, I found my lead, and with my lead, my narrator and voice. It's an "I" book, and I really don't like to write in first person. Was resisting doing another project in first person, in fact. For this story, though, the "I" not only feels right, it feels comfortable.
In other news, the backlogged SRM orders have been filled, laundry is this close to being done, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kinzel is (re)stringing Cat5 like a madman. Must say the new arrangement is much neater than the old. For the first time in years, I can close the door to my office!
The almost-full moon is up, and Scrabble is asleep on top my file cabinet. Time to get to work...
A file crate has been pressed into duty from basement retirement so that I can keep all my notes and maps and things in one spot. I don't usually work this way, and the sheer paperage attending this project is ...frightening. I've been gathering information and making false starts for something over five months. I was just about ready to throw in the towel; it looked like nothing was going to jell; that in fact I had too much information.
Then, someone mooched along into my head and allowed as how he was the hero of the piece, complete with name, and I felt the Big Pile of Info I'd amassed shift and stir and take on meaning as bits redistributed themselves, associating in ways that began to make sense.
Soon after the hero's arrival, I found my lead, and with my lead, my narrator and voice. It's an "I" book, and I really don't like to write in first person. Was resisting doing another project in first person, in fact. For this story, though, the "I" not only feels right, it feels comfortable.
In other news, the backlogged SRM orders have been filled, laundry is this close to being done, and
kinzel is (re)stringing Cat5 like a madman. Must say the new arrangement is much neater than the old. For the first time in years, I can close the door to my office!The almost-full moon is up, and Scrabble is asleep on top my file cabinet. Time to get to work...
