Thud: duellist

An hour's work today has given me a respectable -- somewhat -- damnable presentation.

(Scholars tend to agree that Isaiah 11:6-9 is probably a Deuteronomistic addition to the text. I have stated this is several different ways, and made stuff up about kingship, Ahaz and Isaiah, in the case that it is an Isaianic original oracle.)

I have also written.


Progress, Tuesday 15 January, 2008

The duellist of Alusind

New words: 560
Total words: 6,020

Reasons for stopping: college
Darling du jour: Not today.

Tyop du jour: N/A
Words Word doesn't know: N/A
Mean things: uncomfortable witnesses, interfering politicians.


I'm not entirely sure the scene I wrote today justifies its existence in the narrative. But perhaps thirty or fifty or eighty thousand words down the line hindsight will surprise and reward me.

Or, you know, I'll take it out in the second draft.


I was thinking about my process today. I get maybe three hundred words down in an hour when I concentrate, less if I'm being fussy. That's not slow, though I'd like, you know, to be a faster (and better) writer. I don't usually have more than an hour to devote to writing, so those three hundred need to be the right words, or at least not the wrong ones. I can't say, It's a first draft: fix it later. Because I don't want to waste what little time I have.

I look forward to seeing how this works out when I finish this and go back to revise it.

---

Climbed. Sent one route -- the easiest one, of course -- and fell off two more. My upper arms do not like me right now.

But I wandered up to the outdoorsy shop up off Grafton St., and asked a very nice lad to set aside a harness, carabiner, and belay device for me, so I'll pick that up tomorrow. Then I won't have to pay for equipment rental anymore, and possibly I'll get to do some more climbing. (Twice or three times a week, maybe. If I can find someone to climb with regularly.)

Tomorrow, at least, I have no physical exercise -- beyond running for the train -- scheduled. So I need to do some printing, and get a good start on this next essay, and write up that review I owe the SR. And get the application form for Schols. And figure out a budget, and maybe have myself an evening of curled-up introvertedness. (But probably not, since I have quite a bit to get done.)

Expect to see less of me until March. Much less of me. (I'm typing this on the train, since by the time I get home, I'll have the energy to post this, eat, conduct the most necessary of necessary emailings, and then fall over. Thud. Like that.) There is so much in my life that is just not getting done lately.

(I should see how much more of my society responsibilities I can push off onto the rest of the committee. Because stress, it does not agree with me. And I refuse to repeat 2006. Ever. Again.)

Tired now.

Thud: duellist

An hour's work today has given me a respectable -- somewhat -- damnable presentation.

(Scholars tend to agree that Isaiah 11:6-9 is probably a Deuteronomistic addition to the text. I have stated this is several different ways, and made stuff up about kingship, Ahaz and Isaiah, in the case that it is an Isaianic original oracle.)

I have also written.


Progress, Tuesday 15 January, 2008

The duellist of Alusind

New words: 560
Total words: 6,020

Reasons for stopping: college
Darling du jour: Not today.

Tyop du jour: N/A
Words Word doesn't know: N/A
Mean things: uncomfortable witnesses, interfering politicians.


I'm not entirely sure the scene I wrote today justifies its existence in the narrative. But perhaps thirty or fifty or eighty thousand words down the line hindsight will surprise and reward me.

Or, you know, I'll take it out in the second draft.


I was thinking about my process today. I get maybe three hundred words down in an hour when I concentrate, less if I'm being fussy. That's not slow, though I'd like, you know, to be a faster (and better) writer. I don't usually have more than an hour to devote to writing, so those three hundred need to be the right words, or at least not the wrong ones. I can't say, It's a first draft: fix it later. Because I don't want to waste what little time I have.

I look forward to seeing how this works out when I finish this and go back to revise it.

---

Climbed. Sent one route -- the easiest one, of course -- and fell off two more. My upper arms do not like me right now.

But I wandered up to the outdoorsy shop up off Grafton St., and asked a very nice lad to set aside a harness, carabiner, and belay device for me, so I'll pick that up tomorrow. Then I won't have to pay for equipment rental anymore, and possibly I'll get to do some more climbing. (Twice or three times a week, maybe. If I can find someone to climb with regularly.)

Tomorrow, at least, I have no physical exercise -- beyond running for the train -- scheduled. So I need to do some printing, and get a good start on this next essay, and write up that review I owe the SR. And get the application form for Schols. And figure out a budget, and maybe have myself an evening of curled-up introvertedness. (But probably not, since I have quite a bit to get done.)

Expect to see less of me until March. Much less of me. (I'm typing this on the train, since by the time I get home, I'll have the energy to post this, eat, conduct the most necessary of necessary emailings, and then fall over. Thud. Like that.) There is so much in my life that is just not getting done lately.

(I should see how much more of my society responsibilities I can push off onto the rest of the committee. Because stress, it does not agree with me. And I refuse to repeat 2006. Ever. Again.)

Tired now.