Here by my side, a devil
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hawkwing_lbProgress, Saturday 23 June
The duellist of Alusind
Words today: 1,073
Words total: 16,150
Reasons for stopping: I've been at this since six pm Saturday, and since it's technically Sunday now, I think I get a break. Besides, I'm on target for my personal goal of 16,700 words by Sunday evening.
Refreshment: There was chocolate. And Lucozade. And salami. Healthy diet was not happening today.
Exercise: walking.
Darling du jour: nothing stands out above the common run of suck.
Typo du jour: N/A
Words Word doesn't know: spasmed, unlooped, crowsfeet, swordhanger, beltpouch, damnit
Mean things: Suppurating wounds, exhaustion.
Research (aka the usefulness of Google): locks, bed linen through history, oil lamps, men's fashions 1550-1600, topaz.
Books in progress: Mark van de Mieroop, A History of the Ancient Near East.
So, I was walking down along the beach - it's been a grey day, intermittently rainy, but the air down by the railway embankment and on the shore smells like nothing on earth - when a significant chunk of plot dropped into my head. I'll probably need a third POV, but I'm cautiously optimistic for now.
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It's really quite amazing how much gets done when I can sit down and work for six hours straight.
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Some mucking around with a short story occured this morning. It wants to be a ghost story. I've never written a ghost story. This could be interesting.
The duellist of Alusind
Words today: 1,073
Words total: 16,150
Reasons for stopping: I've been at this since six pm Saturday, and since it's technically Sunday now, I think I get a break. Besides, I'm on target for my personal goal of 16,700 words by Sunday evening.
Refreshment: There was chocolate. And Lucozade. And salami. Healthy diet was not happening today.
Exercise: walking.
Darling du jour: nothing stands out above the common run of suck.
Typo du jour: N/A
Words Word doesn't know: spasmed, unlooped, crowsfeet, swordhanger, beltpouch, damnit
Mean things: Suppurating wounds, exhaustion.
Research (aka the usefulness of Google): locks, bed linen through history, oil lamps, men's fashions 1550-1600, topaz.
Books in progress: Mark van de Mieroop, A History of the Ancient Near East.
So, I was walking down along the beach - it's been a grey day, intermittently rainy, but the air down by the railway embankment and on the shore smells like nothing on earth - when a significant chunk of plot dropped into my head. I'll probably need a third POV, but I'm cautiously optimistic for now.
#
It's really quite amazing how much gets done when I can sit down and work for six hours straight.
#
Some mucking around with a short story occured this morning. It wants to be a ghost story. I've never written a ghost story. This could be interesting.
