Yesterday I revised the existing part of the next chapter of my other WIP, having posted the completed one for Conversations With Dead People.
I was pleasantly surprised to find it was already over 900 words long but needed a good tidy-up — I had last opened it in early August!
My covid booster yesterday left me feeling a bit stiff and achy this morning and I did some shopping then read — but also wrote! About 450 words or so to take that chapter to the pause point where I will switch POV.
Here is a snippet; The ship appeared, as they always seemed to, out of the early morning mist. Naneth had said, in the past, that she wondered who orchestrated it – Cîrdan’s sailors, Ossë, or Lord Ulmo. Whoever it was, the ships from the far side of the Sundering Sea always appeared out of the mist at a point where they would take perhaps an hour to reach the shore.
They never seemed to arrive in the middle of the afternoon, or at dusk, no matter what the day length. Neither did they arrive on a day so clear that a mast could be seen as it came up and over the horizon. If it was not for the number of misty mornings without ships arriving from The Havens one might even use such weather conditions to predict that a ship would arrive by mid-morning. Anyway, as Naneth said, it made for good story telling or song.
Ah, the joy of research when you don't know where to look up what you need to know (I can't give details because it's for a Secret Santa, but being me of course I chose to do something that there isn't apparently a lot of on google. I may have to dig out some dimly remembered stuff from my old manual journal... somewhere)
But I did spend some time on that, and on the characters/dialogue for the Two People and a Deathworm On Legs ramble for a change, and also did a ouple of long posts to the uni about our readings :)
I will have to think of a more serious name... on the other hand, it will just be called by its name in the story, once I get the description properly visualised.
I think this is the best description: Sky's poorly received Intergalactic is a genre rarely seen, a honest-to-Blake very British sci-fi. A space-convict caper wrapped around a political intrigue story with environmental overtones - it rarely stops for a minute, is hugely melodramatic, has more twists than a curly-wurly, some genuinely shocking moments and boasts a fairly likeable core cast of characters (including the deeply watchable Thomas Turgoose as a hapless prison guard). Is it good? Not especially, but I'm deeply glad it was made and had a serious lark watching it. Let's hope the lukewarm reaction doesn't damn us to even less Brit sci-fi going forward.
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1,679 words! I expect my streak will dim over the next two days, but I'm so grateful to have had this time. Now I won't need to be quite as stressed to get a draft ready to go by Sunday!
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I was pleasantly surprised to find it was already over 900 words long but needed a good tidy-up — I had last opened it in early August!
My covid booster yesterday left me feeling a bit stiff and achy this morning and I did some shopping then read — but also wrote! About 450 words or so to take that chapter to the pause point where I will switch POV.
Here is a snippet;
The ship appeared, as they always seemed to, out of the early morning mist. Naneth had said, in the past, that she wondered who orchestrated it – Cîrdan’s sailors, Ossë, or Lord Ulmo. Whoever it was, the ships from the far side of the Sundering Sea always appeared out of the mist at a point where they would take perhaps an hour to reach the shore.
They never seemed to arrive in the middle of the afternoon, or at dusk, no matter what the day length. Neither did they arrive on a day so clear that a mast could be seen as it came up and over the horizon. If it was not for the number of misty mornings without ships arriving from The Havens one might even use such weather conditions to predict that a ship would arrive by mid-morning. Anyway, as Naneth said, it made for good story telling or song.
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But I did spend some time on that, and on the characters/dialogue for the Two People and a Deathworm On Legs ramble for a change, and also did a ouple of long posts to the uni about our readings :)
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Sky's poorly received Intergalactic is a genre rarely seen, a honest-to-Blake very British sci-fi. A space-convict caper wrapped around a political intrigue story with environmental overtones - it rarely stops for a minute, is hugely melodramatic, has more twists than a curly-wurly, some genuinely shocking moments and boasts a fairly likeable core cast of characters (including the deeply watchable Thomas Turgoose as a hapless prison guard). Is it good? Not especially, but I'm deeply glad it was made and had a serious lark watching it. Let's hope the lukewarm reaction doesn't damn us to even less Brit sci-fi going forward.
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