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Wednesday, May 13th, 2009 08:24 pmIt seems as if Scrabble's sick now, sigh, making for three outta three.
Today, the back-brain helpfully offered up a plot-twist. I was horrified, because it derails the chapter I had worked so hard on, recasting the dern thing twice already, and besides, my back-brain gets bored a lot and likes to lead me off down dead-ends, merrily assuring me that, no, really, this'll work right up to the second that it vanishes into the surrounding mist, leaving me with anywhere from 1,000 to 5,000 words to pick out and re-stitch.
That being the case, I spent a lot of time scrutinizing this Cool New Idea(TM). Sat down and sketched out how it would work with pen and paper. Finally realized that, yeah, it's a Legitimately Good Idea and not a willie wisp.
Dammit.
Came home and rewrote the chapter for the third-and-by-ghu-I-mean-it-last time, and got a good jump on the next bit.
I do have to go back to Chapter Five and do some pre-figuring, based on the CNI, but that, she said optimistically, ought to be relatively easy. I'll take the pages with me to the day-job tomorrow and see what I can work in.
In day-job news, it was quiet up in the attic. The African violet, in its patented, high-test African Violets Rule! soil is back in its place of honor on the window sill. The office supply order wasn't heavy, after all, and the mystery of who drinks all the milk on the overnight has been solved.
Campus-wide, the War Against the Dandelions continues, along with the Turfing of the Bare Spots and some serious rebuilding of a green space that became a mud hole over the winter. Since that particular spot is right on the parade route from the Library to the Chapel, PPD is working like mad working things to get it prettied up.
The apple blossoms were blooming today and blowing like snow in the breeze. Too bad the parents of the lucky graduates will miss them.
Progress on Mouse and Dragon
"Pffft!" Guayar frowned sternly. "The last time we met, I did you a good turn, sir. Do you intend to repay me by coming lack-witted and tedious?"
"Of course not! I hope to repay you properly in kind. Is there a bit of news I might drop delicately into one certain ear alone for you?"
Today, the back-brain helpfully offered up a plot-twist. I was horrified, because it derails the chapter I had worked so hard on, recasting the dern thing twice already, and besides, my back-brain gets bored a lot and likes to lead me off down dead-ends, merrily assuring me that, no, really, this'll work right up to the second that it vanishes into the surrounding mist, leaving me with anywhere from 1,000 to 5,000 words to pick out and re-stitch.
That being the case, I spent a lot of time scrutinizing this Cool New Idea(TM). Sat down and sketched out how it would work with pen and paper. Finally realized that, yeah, it's a Legitimately Good Idea and not a willie wisp.
Dammit.
Came home and rewrote the chapter for the third-and-by-ghu-I-mean-it-last time, and got a good jump on the next bit.
I do have to go back to Chapter Five and do some pre-figuring, based on the CNI, but that, she said optimistically, ought to be relatively easy. I'll take the pages with me to the day-job tomorrow and see what I can work in.
In day-job news, it was quiet up in the attic. The African violet, in its patented, high-test African Violets Rule! soil is back in its place of honor on the window sill. The office supply order wasn't heavy, after all, and the mystery of who drinks all the milk on the overnight has been solved.
Campus-wide, the War Against the Dandelions continues, along with the Turfing of the Bare Spots and some serious rebuilding of a green space that became a mud hole over the winter. Since that particular spot is right on the parade route from the Library to the Chapel, PPD is working like mad working things to get it prettied up.
The apple blossoms were blooming today and blowing like snow in the breeze. Too bad the parents of the lucky graduates will miss them.
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"Pffft!" Guayar frowned sternly. "The last time we met, I did you a good turn, sir. Do you intend to repay me by coming lack-witted and tedious?"
"Of course not! I hope to repay you properly in kind. Is there a bit of news I might drop delicately into one certain ear alone for you?"
