A good writing day today. I finished my first new chapter and launched into rewriting the intro of the next chapter, and ended up with six pages of new text. That’s good. About 2900 words all told today, plus 1700 or so from dinking around the day before that. Enjoying it much more now, and I think I can use pretty much everything I’ve already got written, although I’ve *got* to get Alisha back Stateside for a couple-three chapters, and that might have to happen between what I’m doing now…
Entertaining meme :)
Meme: Take lyrics to a song, paste them to Google Language Tools. Translate them from English to German, then from German to French, then from French back to English. Post the lyrics on your blog and ask people to guess what song it is. I on planet on a wing and a prayer, steal my grubby halation purely shade sees, the corner of my waessernTraums the eye of A do not steal outside unthreatened the light of morning could this heart roast enough the roof of the night are a…
weigh in
This morning’s weigh-in puts me at 25 pounds lost since October 7th. Um. Anything else? I decided my book was boring and I’m writing a new chapter or two to spice it up. Fundamental of storytelling: when in doubt, have things go wrong. I got my salwar kameez set, but I don’t get to open it until I hit 40K words, which is about 10K away. Rewards good. :) And it looks like we’ll be going to Oahu for our vacation! And I think that’s all. Time to go back…
Tennyson
I just got into a completely fascinating discussion about Tennyson’s “Ulysses” with Trent. It’s probably my favorite poem of all time; if I had to choose one poem to be able to read for the rest of my life and no others, it would very likely be “Ulysses”. (That would suck, but that’s not the point.) Anyway, it’s so wonderful I was stabbing myself in the heart over it, and Trent said, “You’re reading that on purpose? It’s so *depressing*!” I don’t think it’s depressing at all. I think it’s…
words, mostly
Zilli has no fear of me. He was on my chair and I came up and sat on him and he didn’t even twitch. He had no fear at all that I was actually going to squish him. I had to pick him up and move him to get him off the chair. He will like me much less in a few hours when we’ve brought him (and the other animals) to the vet to get microchipped and vaccinated, though! I’ll teach him! erm. or something. Anyway, the purpose of…