Ok, the problem with revising is that, take today, for example. I have written approximately 2800 words, but only added about 500 to my wordcount. Of course, those 500 words have moved the original end of chapter two into the early part of chapter 3, so I’m not really even done with my two chapters, which means my wordcount isn’t at all accurate. And that’s the problem with revising. :) OTOH, I’m really enjoying myself right now! ytd wordcount: 216,400
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Harry Potter & writing & stuff
I got some revisions done on HoS this morning, and heck fire, I might even do some more this evening. The first chapter didn’t need much, but halfway through the second chapter I have to start completely rewriting a relationship which will be more fun and deeper and more complex for the rewrites, but it does mean lotsa revising. Rewrites are hard! Let’s go shopping! Deirdre made Mom and Dad an offer they couldn’t refuse: if, she said, they would babysit for her while she and Gavin went to see…
a decision has been reached
Okay. I’ve found a place to let. It’s in Athy, County Kildare, and that’s pronounced “Athigh”, not “Athee”, despite how Americans read it. Athy’s about 45 miles southwest of Dublin, is about 55 minutes on the train, is large enough to have community theatre of its own, and has a swimming pool across the street from where we’ll be living. The train station is also across the street. The town’s at the convergence of the Wiver Wiffey and the Grand Canal, and is quite pretty. I don’t have pictures yet,…
poor Ted!
Poor Ted! I just got this email from him: So at 6:30 or so this morning the cell phone rings. This is very disturbing as nothing around here is open and well someone calling that early from anywhere else hopefully knows better. Anyway I leap out of bed to frantically search for the cell phone, blind and confused, of course it is in the pocket of my jacket which muffles it just enough that my sleep fogged brain can not locate it until it after it takes a message. Now…
take two
…and while I was writing, Deirdre dropped her boys off on the doorstep (literally) and went tearing off for the yoga class she was late to. Seirid did not want me to hold him (he eventually warmed up and got very flirty that evening), and Breic was very good about me working until the last few minutes, when he thought I should be paying attention to him. Apparently I made up for it that evening, though, ’cause he sat on my lap for about an hour and helped me look…