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Monday, April 4th, 2005 06:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanniMoving right along to Crystal Dragon news...
I'm about 112 pages away from the end of the section I'm doing the last (or probably not) line edit on, which comprises about eighty percent of the completed novel.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kinzel is working heroically away at the last bit, and with any kind of luck at all, we'll have this puppy in the mail to Madame the Agent next Monday.
Much of the morning was sacrificed to errands. A check arrove (insert streamers, balloons, confetti, and Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers here -- and while you're up, get me a glass of chardonnay, OK?) Because there was the likelihood of needing to pass through areas where water had gone over the road (rivers, streams, and marshes are all above flood-stage hereabouts; the falls at Waterville are a foggy, frothy, exciting sight, and the Winslow dam is invisible under a continuous wall of water -- but I digress) -- I was driving the truck 'cause it's taller. So, I got in, turned the key and the radio came on, treating me an advertisement funded, as was later revealed by "America's Majority," in which I was told that "the President" was working to keep "my" retirement earnings out of the hands of "those spenders in Washington."
I turned the truck off, went back into the house and choose Jordan Kare's "Parity Violation" CD to listen to while I drove all over Central Maine.
Some few hours and a workout later, I made it back home, where we ate a comfort meal of chicken and rice with cheese sauce and so, sometime after three o'clock, were able to turn to the real work of the day.
I betcha I can finish those 112 pages tonight...
I'm about 112 pages away from the end of the section I'm doing the last (or probably not) line edit on, which comprises about eighty percent of the completed novel.
kinzel is working heroically away at the last bit, and with any kind of luck at all, we'll have this puppy in the mail to Madame the Agent next Monday.Much of the morning was sacrificed to errands. A check arrove (insert streamers, balloons, confetti, and Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers here -- and while you're up, get me a glass of chardonnay, OK?) Because there was the likelihood of needing to pass through areas where water had gone over the road (rivers, streams, and marshes are all above flood-stage hereabouts; the falls at Waterville are a foggy, frothy, exciting sight, and the Winslow dam is invisible under a continuous wall of water -- but I digress) -- I was driving the truck 'cause it's taller. So, I got in, turned the key and the radio came on, treating me an advertisement funded, as was later revealed by "America's Majority," in which I was told that "the President" was working to keep "my" retirement earnings out of the hands of "those spenders in Washington."
I turned the truck off, went back into the house and choose Jordan Kare's "Parity Violation" CD to listen to while I drove all over Central Maine.
Some few hours and a workout later, I made it back home, where we ate a comfort meal of chicken and rice with cheese sauce and so, sometime after three o'clock, were able to turn to the real work of the day.
I betcha I can finish those 112 pages tonight...
