I noticed a couple days ago that my yearly wordcount goal was a mere 300K. I’d thought it was 350K and that I had no chance of getting to it. But, well, hell, I’m at 264K right now, and there are 14 days (including today) left in the year. Pffffsssshht. I can do that. My walking goal is 600 miles. I’ve done 566. Pffffsssshht. I can do that. My reading goal was 78 books (1.5 a week, because it has become depressingly clear to me that I am not reading…
Author: mizkit
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Oh my God. Pandora’s Box is the Dublin Film Festival’s lead-in film this year. I missed last year’s Metropolis (which *kills* me) and I Will Not Miss seeing Louise Brooks on the big screen comma dammit. Ok, well, it’s due Feb 1 anyway, but I have *got* to have TPC done by Feb 14 so I can spend two whole damned weeks at the film festival if I want to! *squinchy face* Off to buy dinner now.
Nobody’s grand-dad at all
Yesterday wrote of a family bible found in the loft of his house. The bible contained a letter, dated 1911, about a young man called Harry Hoad who had just left school and was being recommended for employment by his headmaster. A bit of research turned up young Harry’s fate, which–as he was born in Britain in 1897–is precisely what you might fear it to be: he died in the trenches on June 7, 1917. wrote a poem, which has put to music, to, I think, great effect. There’s a…
random bits while I do galleys
A friend just called up to discuss gingerbread cookies, and in the course of the discussion said he’d just finished HEART OF STONE, and had a question which led to an extrapolation which was quite obvious and fits really well with the mythology of the world, but which I had in no way considered. Cool. I cannot tell you how much I am *not* going to be writing a new story any time soon that explores the new idea. I just realized yesterday that I’ve been a Full Time Writer…
gah
I had one of those horrible dreams where it’s the last week of classes and you’ve just realized you’ve forgotten, for the entire semester, to go to one of them. Except this was worse than usual, because it was somehow a semester and a *half* (it was high school, not college) and I hadn’t missed *one* class, I’d missed *all* of them, and I wasn’t going to graduate unless I somehow got to talk to *all* of my teachers and explain (not that I had an explanation) and do seven…