E-Day minus nine, and counting...
May. 31st, 2005 11:56 pmDays to first exam: 8
Days to last exam: 20
Subjects studied today: maths.
Made my 1.5 miles in 13 minutes at the gym today. Also did weightwork, so I'm wrecked. And I walloped my knee at k. training tonight, so I'm hurting as well as tired.
Poor me :-).
Good news: 3 more pages of writing, 750 words. I've decided to alter the parameters: I don't think I'm going to get more than 100,000 words on pages. This sum will probably alter upwards (I hope so, anyway) when I type it all in to a final draft.
Such an end is still at least three months away at my current pace, however.
Excerpt
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The commander of the Imperial forces in the Xotaq system had been... Kanaveral Orth. The Chief of Military Affairs himself, restored briefly from the politics of his government position to an active command for what was, in hindsight, the deciding battle of the war. I wondered, looking down at his handiwork, so like mine, if any of the doubts and regrets that plagued me ever crossed his mind in the deep recesses of the night.
We'd murdered each other by the millions. For what, in the end? A better future is an amorphous thing to fight for, when the present seems good enough.
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Excerpt ends.
And why doesn't it say 14.5%? I feel disappointed...
Days to last exam: 20
Subjects studied today: maths.
Made my 1.5 miles in 13 minutes at the gym today. Also did weightwork, so I'm wrecked. And I walloped my knee at k. training tonight, so I'm hurting as well as tired.
Poor me :-).
Good news: 3 more pages of writing, 750 words. I've decided to alter the parameters: I don't think I'm going to get more than 100,000 words on pages. This sum will probably alter upwards (I hope so, anyway) when I type it all in to a final draft.
Such an end is still at least three months away at my current pace, however.
Excerpt
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The commander of the Imperial forces in the Xotaq system had been... Kanaveral Orth. The Chief of Military Affairs himself, restored briefly from the politics of his government position to an active command for what was, in hindsight, the deciding battle of the war. I wondered, looking down at his handiwork, so like mine, if any of the doubts and regrets that plagued me ever crossed his mind in the deep recesses of the night.
We'd murdered each other by the millions. For what, in the end? A better future is an amorphous thing to fight for, when the present seems good enough.
--
Excerpt ends.
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And why doesn't it say 14.5%? I feel disappointed...