Got up at about 6 this morning, somewhat later than I might’ve, but still early enough to get 800 words of re-writing on chapter 8 done. Just in case “re-writing” gives an implication of “fixing words that are already there”, let me assure you that these are all-new words. Chapter 8 had to be thrown out entirely. Complete. Whoosh. A visit to the circular file. And … well. Some parts of chapter 9 might be salvageable, after 8 is re-written, and after that… I haven’t even looked at the chapters,…
FINALLY.
FINALLY. I’ve gotten some writing done. I did, well, ok, 200 words, on TB this morning, before needing to do research, so I’ll probably throw most of them out, but hey, at least I did them, and I got another 1200 words written on TQB. They are very, very *bad* words and are going to need serious editing (like, I’m thinkin’ that there’s at least one page of telling that needs to be turned into about 3 pages of showing, and … I think that’s true in at least two…
*more* jam
I now have 6 jars of blueberry jam and a burn on my arm. Ow ow ow.
amused, even smug
Amused and even smug, because the Magician is the card I chose for myself when I got a tarot deck a while ago. I AmWhich tarot card are you?
rivendell!
Heather’s access to her LJ has become wonky, so I’m keeping track of her Rivendell miles here again for a while. Perhaps this will spur me to get some of my own damned Rivendell miles in–although today’s bad (guests tonight), and tomorrow’s not looking good either (Dean Meetup). But darnit, she’s caught up and passed me! Heather’s miles to Rivendell: 350