I can tell from thirty feet behind her that she’s neither Irish nor young, because neither the young nor the Irish dress with that much panache. She has so much thick blonde hair my first thought is that it has to be a weave or a wrap: it falls to the middle of her back, banded with three black loops, and that after it’s already been wrapped around itself to make a solid oval at the back of her head. It’s that particular shade of blonde that a handful of…
Day One: Triumphant!
5285 words for the day despite my lousy start. RAH. I am writer, hear me roar! I have also blown through 50K for the year. I haven’t left the *house*, but I’m past 50K. And am around 47K on the book, so should get through 50K on it tomorrow. Oh, God, have I got a headache. -.O eta: headache from the cold, not from the writing. :) ytd wordcount: 52,200
perhaps predictably…
Perhaps predictably, the morning did not go the way I hoped for it to. It began by being unable to breathe last night and having to prop myself up on cushions on the sofabed in my office so I could eventually sleep. I did wake up at a not-unreasonable hour, around 10 to 8, and thought, well, okay, I can work with this, and got up and fed the cats and came back upstairs to work. Wrote a paragraph, then, after about fifteen minutes of nodding off at the computer,…
not bad
Today’s triumph: actually breaking 40K on the book, which I did not intend. Although I’m a *long* damned way from the downhill side of this thing, I in theory now have fewer than 100,000 words to write on it. Right now that feels remarkably like finding the downhill side. Later it won’t, but with any luck it’ll get me through a big writing push this week. The week’s goal is 25K. 5 5K days, and taking Saturday *off*. The plan is to both go to bed and get up early,…
oi with the weather already
It’s completely miserable out, dumping rain and gusting wind with a vengeance. In response, I have decided to wear floppy pants and a floppy t-shirt all day and pretend I have no reason to go out of the house. This decision has nothing to do with all my jeans being in the washing machine or dryer right now, of course. (I do need to leave the house. There’s the matter of the compost bin, and perhaps more importantly right now, a matter of finding something to help negate the effects…