March 2020 - Day 8

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Here is the place to tell us about your daily success (or the lack of it)!
May the magic be with us all!

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[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

I've typed up two full pages! Woot! There's progress, even if it's slow like molasses.

Excerpt:

“Wait a minute!” Dr. Görg said in surprise. “You mean the Queens belong to the Nurturer Caste?”

“Of course not!” For a moment Vish eerily resembled a tired and nervous pre-school teacher who had to explain something for the umpteenth time to some particularly dumb pupils. “Queens are above all castes. However, it is fact that a new Queen can only be begotten if the old one mates with a male of our caste.”

[curiouswombat.livejournal.com]

Well done!

And I can just imagine that look, and tone of voice.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

What can I say? After 40 years in the educational business (one way or another) you just get these things. *g*

[spikesgirl58.livejournal.com]

Good for you! It does take time to get stuff transcribed. Why do you handwrite it and not jsut type it directly into the computer when you write?

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

I've been writing decades longer than I've had a computer. It's a matter of routine. Besides, my computer doesn't run all day, while I can write in a notebook any time I want. Plus, I can make the first corrections while typing up the stuff already-

Although, if I want to be perfectly honest, the true reason is that nothing I don't have in my hands as hard evidence does seem real to me. So, the cabinet in the study is full of notebooks, with literally millions of hand-written words in them.

[spikesgirl58.livejournal.com]

If it is what keeps you writing, then it obviously works for you.

[curiouswombat.livejournal.com]

Yesterday I was at my daughters hen-party so there wasn't a lot of writing done. But I did manage to pull the six Dol Amroth drabbles together and post them here (http://www.lotrgfic.com/viewstory.php?sid=4056) at Many Paths to Tread.

And this afternoon I went back to the first Back to Middle Earth Month prompt (‘He was interested in roots and beginnings…’) and wrote a little vignette, about 350 words long, which is also posted at Many Paths to Tread - here (http://www.lotrgfic.com/viewstory.php?sid=4058).

Here is a snippet;

Not that Sam Gamgee wasn’t proud of some of his antecedents, and he knew his family tree back four or five generations as well as the next hobbit. But when he thought of the beginnings of things, and the roots of things, his mind went first to what he knew best.

Beginnings now - this wee twist of brown paper had the seed from last year’s carrots he had propagated himself. They had been a good colour, sweet, and hardy; he was proud of them.

This other twist held the seed of the parsnips Rosie had declared the best he had ever grown. And here, ready to go in the seed tray, were radish seed that his brother-in-law had given him, for his had proved better growers than Sam’s last year.

[spikesgirl58.livejournal.com]

I do like Sam and I can just imagine him doing that while feeling those first strains of spring breeze oer his face.

[curiouswombat.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Yay, Sam Gamgee! It's literally impossible not to love him. Seconded only by Bilbo, in my eyes he's the only Hobbit even Peter Jackson got right.

[curiouswombat.livejournal.com]

I definitely find myself going to Sam for the voice of common sense and reason now and again - I feel as if I know him much better than I will ever really know Frodo.

[sallymn.livejournal.com]

Scrappy couple of days to end a scrappy but not totally unproductive week... I did some more quick word-sketches, scribbled up a couple of fragmented bunny ideas... and this micro-fiction which is unblushing creepy pasta :)

She didn't like what she saw in the mirror, the whey-pallid face all edges and uncomfortable angles, the ramrod chin, the broken blade of a nose, the small slash of a mouth. She didn't like the rusty, twisted, so wiry hair. She didn't like the slight wry-neck tilt of the throat, the thin arms like lead piping , the mottling on the sere-skinned hands or the long, spiky earth-dark nails.

She didn't like any of it. She liked the tiny, lashless vulture eyes least of all.

No, that wasn't quite true...

What she liked least of all was that what she saw in the mirror.... wasn't her.

[spikesgirl58.livejournal.com]

Oh, dear! That's quite disturbing!

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

I second that. And I'd like to know what's happening.

[sallymn.livejournal.com]

I admit, it was just a piece of impressionist writing, so I'll need to work up a meaning, but it was born of a fragment of dream I once had (and may have posted about) in which I was looking in the mirrored doors in my bedroom and someone else was looking back.

[sallymn.livejournal.com]

It'll need work, but I think it's got the making of a good little flash fiction :)

[spikesgirl58.livejournal.com]

I agree! :D

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[adafrog.livejournal.com]

Sneaking in to say I did nothing but lay on the couch today. And watch TV. :)

[spikesgirl58.livejournal.com]

Nice!

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

That's a great way to spend your spare time. *g*

[spikesgirl58.livejournal.com]

I guess better late than never. Between the tablet acting up and the switch over to Daylight Savings times, I only got about 600 words down. Another eggs is finished and ready to be betaed.

Just then something burst through the hedgerow in front of them and Illya was all attention, mouth and eyes narrowed. It took him a moment longer to realize it was some sort of riding mower and the person on it was struggling. Illya slammed on the brakes and the car stalled.

“MAVIS! HELP ME!” the rider cried.

A young woman ran behind him, clutching her apron. “Just you hold on, Mr. Humphries. Take your hand off the throttle.”

The riding mower spun around twice in a tight circle and disappeared back through the hole it had created.

“Now that’s something you don’t see every day,” Napoleon said, deadpan. He started to chuckle and Mrs. Waverly joined in, soon followed by her husband.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

That must have been a really amusing sight. *g*

[spikesgirl58.livejournal.com]

They thought so.

[ylla.livejournal.com]

I had a very unproductive weekend, really - about 110 words on Saturday and 120 on Sunday, when I didn't get home until 10pm, instead of maybe 8 as I had expected.

So I'm all behind with my aims, and I don't really know where to go next. (So I'm knitting, instead.)

Small snippity bits, from Saturday's walk past a road sign which said it was 'Lamberton Whale's Jaw'!

And there really was a whale's jaw, too, or at least the remains of one, on either side of the road.

...where some very young lambs, appropriately enough, were looking rather unprepared for their arrival into March sleet.

[spikesgirl58.livejournal.com]

Hey, that's better than a kick in the pants. :D

[ylla.livejournal.com]

Oh, I know, but I started off so well, and hoped the momentum would keep me going :)

[spikesgirl58.livejournal.com]

It seems the case with so many, but at least you are still posting.