So last night I wrote a little bit, and did a lot of editing, so an exact word count is hard to guestimate. The chapter on which I made so much progress on Sunday is now 3517 words (Sunday also included some other writing.)
If I haven't said before what this is all about, the Novella That Ate My Life is based on Lois McMaster Bujold's "Vorkosiverse." It is slash between Aral Vorkosigan (father of the main character in the series) and Ges Vorrutyer (a minor but extremely important character), in-canon, based on things that happened before the books started.
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"The current theory was that it was suicide-arson, not over a romance gone bad, but from some infiltrators willing to give up their lives to cut out the impurity. Fools." The Prince's voice had been faded and shaky until that last indicting word.
"Cut out the impurity" was a direct quote from one of Count Piotr's recent speeches. Ges asked, "Can it be traced to him?"
"I doubt it. And whatever the Emperor's true feelings, he feels compelled to give the Great General a pass... a lifetime one, it seems. Whatever investigation there is will curiously run dry before it lands near Vorkosigan House."
I realised I'm in a state of not being in much next week, so I forced myself to sit down and write some of my script. And once I started I nearly couldn't stop (until I realised I had a scene that wouldn't die and no idea where I was going with it).
So I wrote 628 words today, for a total of 2511 - halfway there!
I was out this evening, so I nearly called it quits at 190 words when I reached the end of scene 6. But when I got home I decided to try getting started on scene 7, which brought me up to 270 today, and 5730 in total.
Small excerpt: Gorn had stepped up beside his Guild leader. "So you'll go away if we say so, will you? But you bring Skurty to threaten us!" Owutt tried to placate the man. "They're only an honour guard. The K'ten…" "There's more of us," came a shout from Owutt's left. "We can take 'em"
My sparsest day so far: 189. I have, however, made a tentative stab at starting the traditionally bonkers Heyer finale.
It would, besides, have taken a more imaginative pair of lovers than ours to sustain a high romance upon a thoroughfare bearing so prosaic a name as Horse Street.
Thanks! Ridiculous names are one of the joys of writing real historical material. I've since chopped most of what I wrote, but so far retained this line.
A late night, but busy earlier this evening, and determined to reach the half-way mark at the end of day 15.
“So, you’ve finished your games?” Sir Rammel gave an enigmatic smile. “All my games with these striplings… But be assured, Your Majesty, on other fields I’ll play many a game for you yet.”
Managed to stay on target today with 354 words, and though the story still hasn't completely gelled in my head it has a bit more shape to it.
The city looked more prosperous than she remembered; but then as a child she had been more interested in the dusty pebbles discovered along the roadside than in the gilded roof of the sanctuary.
Another 200 words on my Yuletide story too, bringing it to 1900 words. I think I've even figured out the ending!?!
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If I haven't said before what this is all about, the Novella That Ate My Life is based on Lois McMaster Bujold's "Vorkosiverse." It is slash between Aral Vorkosigan (father of the main character in the series) and Ges Vorrutyer (a minor but extremely important character), in-canon, based on things that happened before the books started.
Here's another excerpt.
"The current theory was that it was suicide-arson, not over a romance gone bad, but from some infiltrators willing to give up their lives to cut out the impurity. Fools." The Prince's voice had been faded and shaky until that last indicting word.
"Cut out the impurity" was a direct quote from one of Count Piotr's recent speeches. Ges asked, "Can it be traced to him?"
"I doubt it. And whatever the Emperor's true feelings, he feels compelled to give the Great General a pass... a lifetime one, it seems. Whatever investigation there is will curiously run dry before it lands near Vorkosigan House."
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So I wrote 628 words today, for a total of 2511 - halfway there!
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And the best of luck figuring out which way the scene needs to be shepherded.
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Small excerpt:
Gorn had stepped up beside his Guild leader. "So you'll go away if we say so, will you? But you bring Skurty to threaten us!"
Owutt tried to placate the man. "They're only an honour guard. The K'ten…"
"There's more of us," came a shout from Owutt's left. "We can take 'em"
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It would, besides, have taken a more imaginative pair of lovers than ours to sustain a high romance upon a thoroughfare bearing so prosaic a name as Horse Street.
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“So, you’ve finished your games?”
Sir Rammel gave an enigmatic smile. “All my games with these striplings… But be assured, Your Majesty, on other fields I’ll play many a game for you yet.”
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Congratulations on reaching your halfway mark.
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The city looked more prosperous than she remembered; but then as a child she had been more interested in the dusty pebbles discovered along the roadside than in the gilded roof of the sanctuary.
Another 200 words on my Yuletide story too, bringing it to 1900 words. I think I've even figured out the ending!?!
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Virtual celebratory drinks all round :)
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I like that. It seems very true.