I defied the gods and went…well, swimming, this afternoon. I feel somewhat more like I might be, or at least might have once been, part of the human race. 1600 yards, not a particularly huge amount, but an amount that seemed prudent to me. I shall see, tomorrow, how my back is doing. I hope I will get to go swim again tomorrow. I am still a-boggle over the new improved fit of my swimsuit (and the new improved reflection in the mirror, for that matter). And, y’know, with any…
Year: 2005
fwoomp
2788 words today despite myself, and I think this is a very sexy chapter. There’ve been explosions, now there needs to be a little down time of learning more stuff and testing theories, then on to a worldwide chase where three or four factions are after the hero, some sex if I can work it in, some nice crunchy betrayal on someone’s part, then more explosions and a deadly fight and we’re good. No prollem. It is way too damn cold out to go walking. ytd wordcount: 14,900
gah
And then there are mornings like today, when I have eaten too many pieces of pizza in the last couple of days, and, as Ted put it, the Ghost of Pizza Past has come to haunt my tummy. Gah. :/ No writing this morning. Gah, more. OTOH, Silkie, Research Assistant Extraordinare, has filled my mailbox with links and quotes for all the stuff that I’ve left notes in the O:C manuscript so far. (I tend to do things like have a character say, “to hell with the people who say…
Now *that’s* what I’m talkin’ about
Now *that’s* what I’m talkin’ about. 4622 words today. This is the difference between getting up at 7 and getting up at 10, pretty much. Finished chapter 16, wrote all of 17, and I know where to go with 18. I think this’ll be about 27 chapters when I’m done. *Much* better. Much, much better. ytd wordcount: 12,100
writing, headache, that sort of thing
Headachy. Donno why. Well, except I’ve got a stiff neck, which probably has something to do with it. 1200 words so far this morning. It’s the first time in A Coon’s Age that I’ve gotten up before 7, and I’m feeling very slightly morally superior. I haven’t quite gotten to the end of ch. 16, although I did get to a place where it /could/ end. Except it’s only 9 pages long, so I need to do the next bit of scene in this chapter. I’m pretty sure I know…