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hawkwing_lbProgress, Sunday 24 June
The duellist of Alusind
Words today: 1,030
Words total: 17,230
Reasons for stopping: Quota and then some. Also, sleepy.
Refreshment: Water. Also chocolate.
Exercise: walking.
The rain stopped, and amazingly, the sun came out. And stayed out, at least long enough for me to walk down the town and back. It must be dog-walking season, because I saw at least two dozen mutts of various colours, sizes and pedigrees being walked by their owners.
Wet dogs? Do not smell like roses, not by any length of the imagination.
Darling du jour: Nothing that stands out.
Typo du jour: N/A
Words Word doesn't know: bedframe, magics, tremulae, unmortared, marklord
Mean things: wounds, exhaustion, imprisonment.
Research (aka the usefulness of Google): 17th century women's fashions.
Things I would've been sorry to miss: The Captains Jack
Books in progress: Marc van de Mieroop, A History of the Ancient Near East.
I added the third POV today. So I guess we'll see how that works out.
They're quite odd characters, really. There's Santander, the duellist and (former) sorcerer who left her homeland on foot of old scandal to come to the city of Alusind, where sorcery in any form but that sanctioned by the city's rulers is forbidden on pain of death; Jolay, the - spy, I suppose I should call her - who followed Santander out of friendship. And Hilary, a nobleman's daughter who's just got herself kidnapped by eavesdropping on the plot to hold a coup.
So far I'm actually having fun. Hopefully this state will last.
#
Tomorrow is a Reading Day. The best bookshop in the city has ordered Books! In! for me! and they've arrived. I doubt if words will happen if I combine gym and a trip into Dublin.
In fact, I might just end up coming home and falling over to watch a DVD.
The duellist of Alusind
Words today: 1,030
Words total: 17,230
Reasons for stopping: Quota and then some. Also, sleepy.
Refreshment: Water. Also chocolate.
Exercise: walking.
The rain stopped, and amazingly, the sun came out. And stayed out, at least long enough for me to walk down the town and back. It must be dog-walking season, because I saw at least two dozen mutts of various colours, sizes and pedigrees being walked by their owners.
Wet dogs? Do not smell like roses, not by any length of the imagination.
Darling du jour: Nothing that stands out.
Typo du jour: N/A
Words Word doesn't know: bedframe, magics, tremulae, unmortared, marklord
Mean things: wounds, exhaustion, imprisonment.
Research (aka the usefulness of Google): 17th century women's fashions.
Things I would've been sorry to miss: The Captains Jack
Books in progress: Marc van de Mieroop, A History of the Ancient Near East.
I added the third POV today. So I guess we'll see how that works out.
They're quite odd characters, really. There's Santander, the duellist and (former) sorcerer who left her homeland on foot of old scandal to come to the city of Alusind, where sorcery in any form but that sanctioned by the city's rulers is forbidden on pain of death; Jolay, the - spy, I suppose I should call her - who followed Santander out of friendship. And Hilary, a nobleman's daughter who's just got herself kidnapped by eavesdropping on the plot to hold a coup.
So far I'm actually having fun. Hopefully this state will last.
#
Tomorrow is a Reading Day. The best bookshop in the city has ordered Books! In! for me! and they've arrived. I doubt if words will happen if I combine gym and a trip into Dublin.
In fact, I might just end up coming home and falling over to watch a DVD.
