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Nov. 24th, 2008 12:45 amMake that 5,725 words revised. One curtain of four done, second one started. Laundry washed, not yet folded. Curry put away. Tea had. Everyone asleep except me.
Nov. 24th, 2008
put down the pen and back away slowly
Nov. 24th, 2008 12:03 pmFollowing on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
matociquala's coat-tails, the First Line Meme for works in progress:
Miledrop (novel, first+ draft):
She lay on her back on the thin mattress, sweating in the stale, motionless air as she listened to the arrythmic, tin can sounds of water dripping somewhere nearby.
Arcx (novel, first+ draft):
"I have just solved one of the greatest mysteries of the Universe," Nela said, running her thumb along the beveled edge of her journal as she spoke into it.
Surf (short, first draft):
I itch.
Fifth Sun (novella? first draft):
The airship La Malinche slid gracefully over the ocean, stable at twenty feet above wavepeak and racing towards the dawn.
Untitled #1 (short, first draft):
The game began three years earlier when Onni's cousin Orph got him a job on the garbage crew of the Mandrake's Folly, one of the old skips doing the three week Tanduou-Moritau run.
Tucker's Fall (novella? first draft):
The rain was a thing of high August fury, hurling water down with such vehemence that even at double-speed the windshield wipers fought a losing battle.
Zombie Cabana Boy (short, first draft):
"And then Tallboy Johnny, fucking asshole that he is, holds up the broken coffee pot and says, 'You know, when the French make coffee--"
Stray (short, revision):
I don't know what made me go into the bar in the first place but I was new in town, just passing through, and desperate for something familiar.
--
Huh. I didn't quite realize I had so much in the works, as it were. My goal is to finish complete first drafts of Miledrop and Surf by the end of the year, though that may be asking a bit much given my family and work commitments. I'd like to get Stray fixed and out in circulation again, andmlp367 has now kindly provided me with the info I need to do it so no more excuses. Tucker's Fall is one of those stories that's just slowly accreting in my spare time. Arcx is waiting until I either finish Miledrop or get hopelessly stalled (again.) Fifth Sun needs me to have the time to do some intensive research. I don't know yet where Untitled is supposed to go. And Zombie Cabana Boy waits upon me being in just the right mood to write it, being a rude and filthy tale that has to be the perfect balance of ewwwww before it'll work at all.
Which also brings up what's out there. I've got four pieces out, all for well over the respective market's typical response time. Thanksgiving day will make the 1000th day since I sent off Novel #1. I find it's easier not to think about that. But y'know, that particular heartache aside, I'm grateful to have found writing and for the encouragement that people have given me in its pursuit, and I'm even more grateful for the interesting, intelligent people that writing has given me a chance to know. It's been a privilege.
matociquala's coat-tails, the First Line Meme for works in progress:Miledrop (novel, first+ draft):
She lay on her back on the thin mattress, sweating in the stale, motionless air as she listened to the arrythmic, tin can sounds of water dripping somewhere nearby.
Arcx (novel, first+ draft):
"I have just solved one of the greatest mysteries of the Universe," Nela said, running her thumb along the beveled edge of her journal as she spoke into it.
Surf (short, first draft):
I itch.
Fifth Sun (novella? first draft):
The airship La Malinche slid gracefully over the ocean, stable at twenty feet above wavepeak and racing towards the dawn.
Untitled #1 (short, first draft):
The game began three years earlier when Onni's cousin Orph got him a job on the garbage crew of the Mandrake's Folly, one of the old skips doing the three week Tanduou-Moritau run.
Tucker's Fall (novella? first draft):
The rain was a thing of high August fury, hurling water down with such vehemence that even at double-speed the windshield wipers fought a losing battle.
Zombie Cabana Boy (short, first draft):
"And then Tallboy Johnny, fucking asshole that he is, holds up the broken coffee pot and says, 'You know, when the French make coffee--"
Stray (short, revision):
I don't know what made me go into the bar in the first place but I was new in town, just passing through, and desperate for something familiar.
--
Huh. I didn't quite realize I had so much in the works, as it were. My goal is to finish complete first drafts of Miledrop and Surf by the end of the year, though that may be asking a bit much given my family and work commitments. I'd like to get Stray fixed and out in circulation again, and
mlp367 has now kindly provided me with the info I need to do it so no more excuses. Tucker's Fall is one of those stories that's just slowly accreting in my spare time. Arcx is waiting until I either finish Miledrop or get hopelessly stalled (again.) Fifth Sun needs me to have the time to do some intensive research. I don't know yet where Untitled is supposed to go. And Zombie Cabana Boy waits upon me being in just the right mood to write it, being a rude and filthy tale that has to be the perfect balance of ewwwww before it'll work at all. Which also brings up what's out there. I've got four pieces out, all for well over the respective market's typical response time. Thanksgiving day will make the 1000th day since I sent off Novel #1. I find it's easier not to think about that. But y'know, that particular heartache aside, I'm grateful to have found writing and for the encouragement that people have given me in its pursuit, and I'm even more grateful for the interesting, intelligent people that writing has given me a chance to know. It's been a privilege.
