and i speak not merely of the weather, which, as darkness has descended, is slashing-wet. the cats have-to their warm places, and likewise so shall i. today's offering slogged in at just over 1700 and i'm glad that one's out of the way. a rather turgid - dangerous word to use - offering i think, but that might be the nature of the subject.
anyway, i shall now mostly be taking solitude and comfort in hot and sour soup, and killing off these rather persistent chesty bugs.
hope everyone's having a good and productive day. and better weather!!!
I've stitched together another scene, most of which will have to be rewritten. I use a black pen for lines I take from the Professor and blue for my own ones - nowadays the black outweighs the blue, which means I'll have to rewrite about 60 per cent of what I'm stitching together, but I decided I don't mind. Once I have the framework together, I'll be better suited to work on the details. Still, it promises to be a gargantuan work, I'm afraid.
adaptation is the most challenging form of creative writing experience, imho. i think of you like wodehouse, taking something that people love and gently making something anew - tailoring in the true sense. a tough one!
sounds like you've made some serious progress. keep going!!
It is a necessity. I tend to keep too much of the Professor's stuff otherwise. When I see how much I've... erm... borrowed, there's no way out of rewriting the stuff.
I have several colors in my notebook. I switch to a new color every day, just for the fun of it. They're dark colors - lavender black, blue black, green black, bordeaux black, brown black. More than you wanted to know:)
I got clever this time and wrote bits of walk report in the morning and at lunchtime, so that in the evening I already had my snippet, and no excuse for doing anything except sitting looking at the book until I wrote something about it (plus playing the poor fiddle and the guitar, and reading rubbish, and generally distracting myself otherwise, of course).
343 words of walk report, 221 on the book.
Hutton's real strength seems to have been his ability to use rocks as experiments which had already taken place - in the same way a chemist might predict that a particular reaction would occur, and test it to see, Hutton would come to believe that a certain event had occurred, and that the result would show in a certain kind of place or kind of rock
Posting the day after: I worked for an hour on a scene that I suspect will no longer be the opening scene. Stayed offline all day because my undies were in a bundle over the election.
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what drudge!
and i speak not merely of the weather, which, as darkness has descended, is slashing-wet. the cats have-to their warm places, and likewise so shall i. today's offering slogged in at just over 1700 and i'm glad that one's out of the way. a rather turgid - dangerous word to use - offering i think, but that might be the nature of the subject.
anyway, i shall now mostly be taking solitude and comfort in hot and sour soup, and killing off these rather persistent chesty bugs.
hope everyone's having a good and productive day. and better weather!!!
*leaves snacks for everyone*
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Hope you get better soon.
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sounds like you've made some serious progress. keep going!!
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343 words of walk report, 221 on the book.
Hutton's real strength seems to have been his ability to use rocks as experiments which had already taken place - in the same way a chemist might predict that a particular reaction would occur, and test it to see, Hutton would come to believe that a certain event had occurred, and that the result would show in a certain kind of place or kind of rock
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I worked for an hour on a scene that I suspect will no longer be the opening scene. Stayed offline all day because my undies were in a bundle over the election.
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