In the last several books I’ve written, I’ve noticed a tendency that as I approach the end, I leap ahead, write the end, then come back and fill bits in. I have been doing that for this whole bloody book. Now, I know people who work this way as a matter of course, but I don’t, and I don’t like it, and seriously, what’s that all about anyway? This evening I realized that it’s because I’m writing the end. I mean, yes, the end happens to be 100,000 words long,…
This is one of those images that looks like Ireland Of The Imagination, I think. I took this at a nature reserve sort of place, the name of which I cannot at the moment recall. It’s actually labeled as a fairy bridge, and I think I alarmed Ted by climbing down the hill and sort of stretching out over the stream (or river) to get this shot. I feel it was worth it. :)
A coworker of Ted’s is upgrading his camera kit to professional lenses, and thus is looking to get rid of several of his older ones. Ted brought them home for a trial run this week, and the past couple mornings I’ve put a different lens on and gone out. I shall continue to do this for two more days, with the rest of the lenses. I took the 50mm out yesterday. The last time I shot on a 50mm lens might have been high school, when I was learning the…
One of the best things about living in Longford was that our house had a gorgeous view of the sunsets. :)
I was obliged to stop and remind myself today that in fact by any standards at all, a 5100 word day is actually very good. Even by my standards, which as we all know are completely lunatic. I’ve done 25 or 30K since Wednesday last. It’s not as much as I’d been hoping for, but again, in actuality it’s quite good. The problem, of course, is I’m not even vaguely convinced they’re the right words. I have no sense of the book and frankly think it all sucks. Ted and…