I wrote more than three full pages today - but not to the story I'm currently working on. *sigh*
For some reason, I felt the urge to dig out the eleven-year-old unfinished first chapter of the sequel to "Out of Legends" - artemis10002000 will know which one it is. After having written all those pages, the chapter is still not finished. I just hope it won't take me another eleven years to write the last two scenes.
It's not so that I wouldn't be happy about the progress. It's just so that I'm unhappy about the lack of progress with the story I'm actually working on.
rollin' rollin' rollin', keep those words on rollin' ....
i'm on a roll, as the saying goes. i hope i haven't jinxed myself by saying that now. another 300 or so today.
here's a sneaky peek at what's going on :
Cole Turner's unanticipated act of creativity, the product of his own free will, gathered in the corner of an abandoned warehouse on the south side of the San Francisco river. There, in the darkness, between the rotten concrete beams and corroded iron and steel, straw men huddled together. What possible intention drew them to that place to seek each other out, or what possible rationale could explain their purpose, remained unto them; unspoken, silent, tiny, imperfect structures of straw standing no taller than a hand, and numbering now in their thousands upon thousands. Eternity's answer to order, perhaps. Unanticipated free radicals that could turn events upon themselves - and at that precise moment turned the estimations of their faces towards a sound, a sound of a helicopter and the beam from its searchlight as it swept past the derelict building, and then on.
This has been mostly a knitting day - 75 words just to keep my hand in.
signs warned of cows in the field, but there were none to be seen, and it would have been hard to fit them in, as about 75% of the field was filled with gorse bushes.
For some reason* I suddenly remembered an unfinished piece on my hard-drive labelled 'Truly Crack Elf fic', went back to it, read it and decided it wasn't too bad - even if it is truly crack! So I have edited a bit. I plan to do some more of it today.
*Possibly because my recent ready has been a mix of SF and space travelling vampires.
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on 2019-03-14 07:26 pm (UTC)For some reason, I felt the urge to dig out the eleven-year-old unfinished first chapter of the sequel to "Out of Legends" -
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on 2019-03-14 07:45 pm (UTC)i'm on a roll, as the saying goes. i hope i haven't jinxed myself by saying that now. another 300 or so today.
here's a sneaky peek at what's going on :
Cole Turner's unanticipated act of creativity, the product of his own free will, gathered in the corner of an abandoned warehouse on the south side of the San Francisco river. There, in the darkness, between the rotten concrete beams and corroded iron and steel, straw men huddled together. What possible intention drew them to that place to seek each other out, or what possible rationale could explain their purpose, remained unto them; unspoken, silent, tiny, imperfect structures of straw standing no taller than a hand, and numbering now in their thousands upon thousands. Eternity's answer to order, perhaps. Unanticipated free radicals that could turn events upon themselves - and at that precise moment turned the estimations of their faces towards a sound, a sound of a helicopter and the beam from its searchlight as it swept past the derelict building, and then on.
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on 2019-03-14 10:01 pm (UTC)signs warned of cows in the field, but there were none to be seen, and it would have been hard to fit them in, as about 75% of the field was filled with gorse bushes.
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on 2019-03-15 12:39 pm (UTC)Pictures? ;)
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on 2019-03-15 12:48 pm (UTC)At least you had the puppy with you. That should count.
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on 2019-03-15 01:12 pm (UTC)*Possibly because my recent ready has been a mix of SF and space travelling vampires.
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