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picowrimo2015-07-15 01:24 am
elmey.livejournal.com) wrote in picowrimo2015-07-15 01:24 am
Pico, Day 15
Here's today's post for your snippets, comments, thoughts.
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More editing today, fixing up changes due to the New Idea.
That's hard work but promising, I hope.
A few more words, before I realised I needed to do a bit more research and the info on the wiki wasn't good (contradictory and unclear). No time to do that around packing/tidying this evening before going away tomorrow, but the books are on my kindle, so I can hopefully check at some point and keep going on the story while I'm away.
The New Idea sounds an exciting development in the life of this story.
Offline life often manages to be disruptive to creative life -- I hope you can manage to keep up the momentum you've gained over the past days.
A little over 100 new words today. Picking up where we left off before:
"He's right, you know," Linda said, the hint of a smile playing across her face.
"About what?" Edward climbed over the stile, then turned and offered his hand to assist Linda.
"You. Over-thinking things. Although," Linda paused, evidently considering what she planned to say. "It is good to see you trusting someone else to take charge."
"I trust his skills." Edward was aware Christophe was outpacing them, but also mindful that Linda had gone over on her ankle earlier, and wasn't doing as good a job as she thought at concealing her discomfort. She'd need to ice it as soon as she got out of those sturdy walking boots. "And there's no need to smirk at me like that, either. Say what you mean, why don't you?"
"You like him. He's good for you."
"Christophe and I go way back," Edward said. "But I can hardly expect him to settle down, just because I've got some stability in my life these days."
"Have you asked him?"
"He's right, you know," Linda said, the hint of a smile playing across her face.
"About what?" Edward climbed over the stile, then turned and offered his hand to assist Linda.
"You. Over-thinking things. Although," Linda paused, evidently considering what she planned to say. "It is good to see you trusting someone else to take charge."
"I trust his skills." Edward was aware Christophe was outpacing them, but also mindful that Linda had gone over on her ankle earlier, and wasn't doing as good a job as she thought at concealing her discomfort. She'd need to ice it as soon as she got out of those sturdy walking boots. "And there's no need to smirk at me like that, either. Say what you mean, why don't you?"
"You like him. He's good for you."
"Christophe and I go way back," Edward said. "But I can hardly expect him to settle down, just because I've got some stability in my life these days."
"Have you asked him?"
Still having lots of fun in Linz. The entry about our day in my journal is the only thing I wrote today.
Good question! Some guys never think of that!
I agree. Hold to what you've already got. Don't let it slip through your fingers!
Thank you! So are you and everyone here!
Sounds like positive progress overall.
How annoying of the wiki! Hope you have a fantastic time away.
As someone with chronically weak ankles, I sympathise with Linda here. I like her point - but I like Edward's, too.
Glad you're enjoying yourself!
Didn't do well the last day or so, work has been feral (this is the last week before a big deadline, and all my Esteemed Customers seem to have lost their Esteemed Marbles) but a got a handful of paragraphs written or rewritten...
It wouldn't help with his temper, never all that great and already fraying a little with the gloom, the silence, the emptiness, the not knowing what had happened, the not knowing what to do. Rodney, like Radek (if he was honest) and most of his people, always had the worst of problems with not knowing.When the not knowing would be compounded by hunger and thirst... things could get ugly as only Rodney knew how.
Writing and pico have fallen by the wayside for various reasons in the last couple of weeks, but tonight I was back in the saddle with 800 words of fic. The end cannot be far away (at least I really hope so!).
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Harriet was enjoying herself. It had scarcely escaped her attention during previous interviews that Inspector Umplety was considerably more deferential to, and interested in the opinions of, Lord Peter Wimsey, wealthy criminologist, than Miss Harriet Vane, novelist of dubious repute.
*
Harriet was enjoying herself. It had scarcely escaped her attention during previous interviews that Inspector Umplety was considerably more deferential to, and interested in the opinions of, Lord Peter Wimsey, wealthy criminologist, than Miss Harriet Vane, novelist of dubious repute.
Only a little writing, but some more thinking about how things will, hopefully, tie together.
***
John shut the front door quickly. “That was a very good decoy job Mrs Hudson just did.”
“Yes. That feather-on-a-string thing was an astute purchase on her part,” Sherlock replied. “Gray might have been an asset if we were looking to engage people seated outside in conversation, but tonight it’s listening we need to do and inside the pub is where we need to do it.”
“Pity they won’t have any food this late. I’m starving again,” John said. “It was so busy at the surgery, I forgot about lunch until it was nearly time to go home.”
They eased past the crowd of smokers on the pavement. Sherlock swept his glance over each one as he held the door open for John. “I’ll order olives,” Sherlock said.
***
John shut the front door quickly. “That was a very good decoy job Mrs Hudson just did.”
“Yes. That feather-on-a-string thing was an astute purchase on her part,” Sherlock replied. “Gray might have been an asset if we were looking to engage people seated outside in conversation, but tonight it’s listening we need to do and inside the pub is where we need to do it.”
“Pity they won’t have any food this late. I’m starving again,” John said. “It was so busy at the surgery, I forgot about lunch until it was nearly time to go home.”
They eased past the crowd of smokers on the pavement. Sherlock swept his glance over each one as he held the door open for John. “I’ll order olives,” Sherlock said.
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