Now, that was a workday that was 'waaaay longer than it needed to be.
Sheesh.
From the Words Are Kool Department, I find "Snape: to blight 'Snaped by the East wind.'" (source: The Lost Beauties of the English Language, Charles MacKay, LL.D., copyright 1874) This same volume also informs me that "Meadmonth" is July -- and where, might I ask, is mine?
Mind you, this doesn't help me at all on the topic I was researching -- uh, what was I looking for, anyway?
From the Department of Rolanni Is Too Working, I read through the first third of Duainfey and find it in need of detail tweakage, and of course the timing is screwed five ways from Sunday because I never, ever wrote anything where the timing wasn't a hash in first draft, but the plot runs true. And there was much rejoicing. This means I can continue onward in a forwardly direction. Oh, and as a Special Bonus, I discovered (one of) Meripen's Guilty Secrets, and I don't think he knows he told me (glyph of the author rubbing her hands together and softly chanting "Heh. Heh. Heh."
The other evening, as I lay on the couch with Mozart tucked against my stomach, alternately reading Hellspark and dozing, I noticed that every single one detail that you-the-reader needs to ultimately figure out the solution to the myster? Every single clue is right there in the first chapter (not the prologue, now; the first chapter) laying out in plain sight. How cool is that? I wonder why I never noticed it before.
Speaking of the couch, I'm for it, I think -- and Mozart is there ahead of me...
Sheesh.
From the Words Are Kool Department, I find "Snape: to blight 'Snaped by the East wind.'" (source: The Lost Beauties of the English Language, Charles MacKay, LL.D., copyright 1874) This same volume also informs me that "Meadmonth" is July -- and where, might I ask, is mine?
Mind you, this doesn't help me at all on the topic I was researching -- uh, what was I looking for, anyway?
From the Department of Rolanni Is Too Working, I read through the first third of Duainfey and find it in need of detail tweakage, and of course the timing is screwed five ways from Sunday because I never, ever wrote anything where the timing wasn't a hash in first draft, but the plot runs true. And there was much rejoicing. This means I can continue onward in a forwardly direction. Oh, and as a Special Bonus, I discovered (one of) Meripen's Guilty Secrets, and I don't think he knows he told me (glyph of the author rubbing her hands together and softly chanting "Heh. Heh. Heh."
The other evening, as I lay on the couch with Mozart tucked against my stomach, alternately reading Hellspark and dozing, I noticed that every single one detail that you-the-reader needs to ultimately figure out the solution to the myster? Every single clue is right there in the first chapter (not the prologue, now; the first chapter) laying out in plain sight. How cool is that? I wonder why I never noticed it before.
Speaking of the couch, I'm for it, I think -- and Mozart is there ahead of me...