Third 'lecture' of thirty down and dusted - although not offiicially doing Nano. Today's rolled off. If they all go like this, it'll be a doddle. Dare I say I'm actually looking forward to tomorrow's??? Though as per the fomat, I've no idea what that will be until I launch into it. Such is art...
Sadly I did seem to be finished at that, but I will not neglect the snippet...
Before long there was a clear path on the other side of the fence, which I crossed to follow - not that it was much use for walking in, being merely a convenient hollow for holding snow, but it was a useful guideline.
I almost finished the chapter I'd started yesterday. Not a great achievement, since all I do is cutting and piecing together canon snippets that I'll have to rewrite and make my own (preferably in some coherent context) later. But at least progress.
No snippet today, as not a single word has been typed up yet. *sigh*
tiny jigsaw pieces make up a whole picture. until you can tell what the picture is, the pieces seems to make no sense and need to be rearranged. i think that's just part of the process.
It may not seem like a great achievement, but it sounds like an organized effort, the cutting and piecing together, so the rewrite should go all the more smoothly. Definitely progress.
My writing time got hijacked by a couple of family engagements, so I only got about half of the typing done.
Also, I would like to lodge a complaint regarding violation of the invisible walls around my writing desk which is plonked in the open at one end of our family room.
Wouldn't one think, if a person is typing away and studying one's notes with a confused look on her face, an intruder would cough quietly and hover at a respectful distance, and if the confused typist does not respond, the intruder would intuit that Now Is Not a Good Time, and go away? As opposed to asking if the typist has seen the intruder's glasses? Or where the typist has put the address of the fellow from whom the intruder is buying a Foosball table? Or talking about taking down the Halloween decorations? Or what time the typist's nephew's going away gathering begins? And what, exactly, is the address of the nephew's going away gathering?
Bwahahahahaha. I can't wait for the holidays to near, so I can put on my martyr act and get him to vacuum and dust while I bang out the last of my DtC story before the deadline:)
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Before long there was a clear path on the other side of the fence, which I crossed to follow - not that it was much use for walking in, being merely a convenient hollow for holding snow, but it was a useful guideline.
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No snippet today, as not a single word has been typed up yet. *sigh*
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Also, I would like to lodge a complaint regarding violation of the invisible walls around my writing desk which is plonked in the open at one end of our family room.
Wouldn't one think, if a person is typing away and studying one's notes with a confused look on her face, an intruder would cough quietly and hover at a respectful distance, and if the confused typist does not respond, the intruder would intuit that Now Is Not a Good Time, and go away? As opposed to asking if the typist has seen the intruder's glasses? Or where the typist has put the address of the fellow from whom the intruder is buying a Foosball table? Or talking about taking down the Halloween decorations? Or what time the typist's nephew's going away gathering begins? And what, exactly, is the address of the nephew's going away gathering?
Yes. That's what I thought.
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