Pico day 27

[el-staplador.livejournal.com]

Here is the post for any comments, snippets or thoughts.

May the magic be with us all!

Comments

[akane42me.livejournal.com]

Another good hour this morning. Rick is already outside, working away at his to-do list. I have ticked the most important item from mine:)

[espresso-addict.livejournal.com]

Kudos on getting your hour in in the morning!

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you should grab your stolen writing hours whenever you can. I'm lucky to have summer break at the moment, but that's how I get my writing done during school term.

[el-staplador.livejournal.com]

Nice work!

[stevie-carroll.livejournal.com]

Well done, you!

[saki101.livejournal.com]

This is brilliant! A snippet in the next day or two?

[sallymn.livejournal.com]

Well done!

[jenn-calaelen.livejournal.com]

Good for you!

Brothers-in-Arms

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

I wrote nearly 3 pages of the summary chapter today. God, it was tedious. Like pulling teeth. Sitting over the novel and tormenting my brains: this should go into the story, no, this is not necessary, but yes, otherwise it won't make any sense for those not familiar with the novel, rubbish, the ones who know it would die of boredom... and so forth. The day I finish this sucker I'll open a bottle of champagne or whatnot. Er. Yes. Sorry for the whining.

Excerpt:

“You do not believe he has truly changed,” Cuhelyn said. It was not a question but Hywel nodded nonetheless.

“Do you?” he asked back.

Cuhelyn shook his head. “No; but I am hardly impartial when it comes to him. Your father may have extracted a price for Anarawd’s death through your hand, but that means not that I have forgotten – or forgiven – on whose behalf my lord was murdered. Neither can I believe that a land-hungry prince who has already betrayed his own people out of greed would change his heart all of a sudden.”

“And rightly so,” Hywel agreed. “I am certain that he believes he can manipulate Father into solving the problem for him again, as he had done so too often in the past. I fear we have not seen the last of him yet.”

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[espresso-addict.livejournal.com]

Chills the champagne for you...

You might have to pick either for it to work only with the novel, or for it to stand alone, if both isn't going to be possible.

And I like your extract again. You write this period so well.

RE: Brothers-in-Arms

[el-staplador.livejournal.com]

*champagne on ice*

Cuhelyn seems to have his head screwed on the right way!

RE: Brothers-in-Arms

[stevie-carroll.livejournal.com]

Good luck finding a solution to that one.

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[saki101.livejournal.com]

Whining while doing, rewards when done, are all part of the process! I'll throw rose petals your way when you announce you've completed it.

Cuhelyn sounds a most unpleasant fellow.

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[sallymn.livejournal.com]

The problem of what backstory to put in fanfic... I've never solved it myself :(

RE: Brothers-in-Arms

[jenn-calaelen.livejournal.com]

Good luck making progress! Sorry to hear that it is such hard going.

Great dialogue - it shows the way that they are struggling to accept and act with the situation!

[espresso-addict.livejournal.com]

Woke up teeming with ideas, but have been busy most of the day and they've gone away again. Sigh. I did manage to take a stab at the mini-scene I needed to poke a new plot thread into this monster. That's spoilery, so have an excerpt from an earlier edited bit...

I leaned against the kitchen table and got myself a lungful of air that didn’t smell of the root more than a little, and then another one. The table bucked under my weight and the sword on top made a dive for freedom. I snatched the hilt out the air and waved the thing at the room’s solitary seat. Harebell ignored my stab at chivalry and parked her backside on the window ledge. It was a great choice from where I was sitting. The sunlight behind her erased her features like the incoming tide rewrote love letters inscribed in the sand.

[el-staplador.livejournal.com]

I hope the ideas will return. I like the cynicism of both (one assumes) Harebell and the narrator here.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

The table bucked under my weight ...

Happens to me all the time. *g*

[stevie-carroll.livejournal.com]

Pesky Real Life scaring all your ideas away.

[el-staplador.livejournal.com]

Finished another poem (http://kafj.dreamwidth.org/59415.html). Little things! Maybe I'll feel like writing something big again some day, and maybe I won't. We'll see.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Little things are good! I often wish I could write something short for a change but alas, it's rarely possible for me.

I like your poem very much.

[stevie-carroll.livejournal.com]

A hectic start to my weekend. Having spent the day at Leeds Steampunk Market (I kept to my budget, but then accidentally boought a chaise longue on the way home) I edited three short chapters, which I typed up after some light gardening (the loganberries are responding to my threads to bring them under control come winter by fruiting even more enthusiastically). Rupert has done some more research, and a visit from Chroistophe has unforeseen consequences:

He'd found no evidence in the diaries that Mama and Papa had spent time together in the December of 1962, or even in January 1963 – he might have been an early baby, after all – but with no definite proof that they hadn't met then, even though there was no mention of Mama whatsoever in any of the diaries he'd read, Rupert had allowed himself to hope that his fears were unfounded. Then he'd met Papa's new friend.

There was nothing overt they did or said in front of Rupert that told him they were together – they were hardly likely to kiss each other in front of him like some of Mama's more extravagant swishy friends – but he sensed an understanding between them that he'd never seen between Papa and Mama. How had he deceived himself for so many years? Papa was too confident about himself to have ever married Mama under some mistaken belief that he could become what he wasn't.

Rupert knew himself to be a Peveril – his looks told everyone that much – but he wasn't really Papa's son, no matter what was printed on his passport and birth certificate. He loved Papa, and he loved Mama, but he needed time to work out how he was going to forgive them for lying to him all these years.

[espresso-addict.livejournal.com]

I love the accidental chaise longue purchase! Kudos on keeping on with the editing. And, oh, poor Rupert! That's a difficult thing to come to terms with.

[saki101.livejournal.com]

(In the right spot now...) Nothing new, but I went back over the last scene and tinkered with the dialogue. A little from the middle-ish bit ~

***

“You didn’t call an ambulance?” Sherlock said.

“He was bleeding and the ambulance would not have got to us and on to a hospital as fast as I could bring him here straight,” Sherlock said.

“To where you work,” Sherlock said.

Matron nodded.

“You assumed a risk,” Sherlock noted.

The matron’s posture had relaxed somewhat during the conversation. She drew herself up again at this remark. “To save a life, I would,” she stated and raised her chin.

Sherlock’s eyes flicked from her face to John’s and back.

[stevie-carroll.livejournal.com]

I like Matron's thinking there.

[sallymn.livejournal.com]

Have been slack for a couple of days, but have done some work today. I found two plotholes, luckily not too big, but they will need thought before filling, so have highlighted them in bright red and a few notes - the onscreen equivalent of a red pen (and how is is that I always manage holes in stories that aren't that long to start off with???) I also re-discovered (because it happens every every time) that when one writes a stories with a mixture of third-person past tense and second-person present...? The tenses always always get muddled. So have made a note to do a once over when I finish and edit, PURELY to check the tenses (I do like to make life hard for myself)

And got 400 actual words written.

It's progress...

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Great progress on all front lines! Go you!

[avon7.livejournal.com]

I'm back - not only are my reports all written, we've broken up for two weeks! I've only written a sentence or two new but have high hopes for tomorrow - also plan to read and reply to others' posts tomorrow.

*****

Panicked he began to wheel his trunk towards the train, his owl’s cage swinging in his other hand. Another student appeared out of the mist – tall, thin, red-headed and wearing impeccable robes.
“They won’t leave us here,” said Frederick, "even if we wish they would.”
He took the handle of Draco’s trunk and began to lead the way to the nearest door.

[stevie-carroll.livejournal.com]

Welcome back!

An intriguing snippet there.

[candidlily.livejournal.com]

91 words tonight! Slow but steady progress. :)

[stevie-carroll.livejournal.com]

Progress is progress...