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Oo-er! Karen's a braver woman than I am - just the thought of coffins would have stopped me in my tracks. How horribly creepy to uncover something nasty while digging in your garden!
Your targets looking gooood - 16% done after only three days!
Your targets looking gooood - 16% done after only three days!
"a hard-hitting, socially critical exposé of the evil underbelly of society"
As Reith put it, to inform, educate and entertain.
As Reith put it, to inform, educate and entertain.
Yes indeed! If I were keeping a strict daily tally I'd count it all, but my goal to myself was number of drabbles, rather than number of words, so I'm just sucking it up. *g*
Or, as the little demon-puppets in Angel put it, "We eat babies' lives! And uphold a certain standard in quality edutainment!"
An excellent Spanish name that she can bear with pride!
That's what I like about B7; there's so much to expand on and interpret.
Edited 2009-11-03 20:19 (UTC)
I'm really trying to write a complete story rather than hit the 5000 mark. I'll revise that target as I approach it. :-)
Soolin's mutoid sister was the excuse for a mission they're going on, but I'm getting really interested in the whole thing, the background and how she will react. :-)
I'm very intrigued by this one.
They're both wonderful! I love Hardy already. But really, "Rosen" is still a giveaway though.
I worked with a guy called Grunthal in England, pronounced "grunth'l", the English way, and it took me a while to realise it was really Greenvalley. :-)
I worked with a guy called Grunthal in England, pronounced "grunth'l", the English way, and it took me a while to realise it was really Greenvalley. :-)
I like this a lot! I hope I find out what it is. A buried spaceship? A secret underground bunker?
I managed 330 words today then added in another old scene of some 1140 words.So my word count's gone up, but so has my target.
And what I wrote today:
“Not the drinks, idiot.” Zack grinned. “Your thoughts. Care to share them?”
“Just thinking that it's good to be back,” Rob said. “There's only so much education I can take at one time.”
“That's why they give you shorter terms, is it? Your delicate, little rich-kid brains can't take the pressure any longer, while those of us who're going to be working for a living get to stay in school a whole extra week.”
“Hey, I'm going to have to work for a living too.” Rob punched Zack on the arm, causing some of his drink to slop out of its glass and onto the floor. “You don't think my Dad's going to give me an easy ride – or a job in his office when I leave school – do you?”
“It'll be University then a cushy desk job for you, I bet.” Zack looked away. “You won't get sent off to fight like me and most of the others in here.”
“Says who?” Rob slid his hand behind Zack's neck and pulled him in close. “I've applied for Officer Training. If they won't take me, I'm thinking of quitting school and signing up with the Regulars.”
Zack pulled back, staring at Rob.
“Your Dad'll never let you.”
“He won't know until it's too late. Once I've been accepted, they're hardly likely to let me back down, now are they?” Rob pulled Zack close again. “You never know, we might even end up assigned somewhere together.” He lowered his voice. “Don't say you haven't thought about it. It'd be just like camp in the old days. Sharing quarters, patrolling together, covering each other's positions.”
“Except there'd be real enemies firing real guns at us. I'm not sure I'd like that.”
“You're signing up, aren't you?” Rob asked.
“Yeah, but that's different.”
Rob thought about Zack's Dad. Maybe he'd feel different if his own Dad had vanished. He pulled Zack in closer still.
“We'll worry about it when – if – it happens,” he said. “Didn't we come out here to have some fun tonight?”
And now I've even done some proper writing for today -- about 600 more words!
Day 3 (http://having-written.livejournal.com/23197.html#cutid3) even takes off where day 2 left me hanging, storywise. Excerpt here:
Among the scenes from the Nativity in the church and the oil-lamps for Nochebuena in the windows, it was so easy to pretend that there was no war going on in the darkness; that the child’s wet, downy hair was her mother’s rich, dark brown instead of an unfamiliar blonde; that Teresa might be a respectable widow or an officer’s wife waiting for her husband to return on furlough and cradle his first-born in his arms.
Antonia was barely three weeks old, however, when Doña Agnes caught her niece showing off the sleeping girl at a New Year’s dinner in an afrancesado’s drawing-room. She had scarcely recognized Teresa’s demeanour on that evening. Partly demure, partly sly, she smiled at the enemy officers in an afrancesada’s drawing-room; she was acting for all the world as though she’d lost her honour to some English brute and was practically begging for the next best handsome sous-lieutenant to throw some money after her and her poor, fatherless child.
Day 3 (http://having-written.livejournal.com/23197.html#cutid3) even takes off where day 2 left me hanging, storywise. Excerpt here:
Among the scenes from the Nativity in the church and the oil-lamps for Nochebuena in the windows, it was so easy to pretend that there was no war going on in the darkness; that the child’s wet, downy hair was her mother’s rich, dark brown instead of an unfamiliar blonde; that Teresa might be a respectable widow or an officer’s wife waiting for her husband to return on furlough and cradle his first-born in his arms.
Antonia was barely three weeks old, however, when Doña Agnes caught her niece showing off the sleeping girl at a New Year’s dinner in an afrancesado’s drawing-room. She had scarcely recognized Teresa’s demeanour on that evening. Partly demure, partly sly, she smiled at the enemy officers in an afrancesada’s drawing-room; she was acting for all the world as though she’d lost her honour to some English brute and was practically begging for the next best handsome sous-lieutenant to throw some money after her and her poor, fatherless child.
That's an excellent paragraph: Its suspense and sense of anticipation draw you in, and you want to find out what happens next.
I'm glad someone else thought "Spaceship?" An intriguing development.
something's gone from that person. Something that made them them
This is quite a thinker. I am reminded of the children on medication at school. It's a good thing,to help them, and it does calm them down and help them get along and learn, but they're all dulled at the edges. Something's gone. It's such a difference, when the meds sink in.
This is quite a thinker. I am reminded of the children on medication at school. It's a good thing,to help them, and it does calm them down and help them get along and learn, but they're all dulled at the edges. Something's gone. It's such a difference, when the meds sink in.
Edited 2009-11-03 21:32 (UTC)
Good for you, making such good progress on The Blue Elephant, which I'm not familiar with, and so thanks for the link.
If I had a daughter, I wouldn't let you anywhere near her.
JIM: You do have a daughter, boss.
Hah! Good one!
And you've got a nice bit on Music II, crumbling aunts is such a good image, as is that of the Hardensteins squatting in their fortress:)
If I had a daughter, I wouldn't let you anywhere near her.
JIM: You do have a daughter, boss.
Hah! Good one!
And you've got a nice bit on Music II, crumbling aunts is such a good image, as is that of the Hardensteins squatting in their fortress:)
It'd be just like camp in the old days. Sharing quarters, patrolling together, covering each other's positions.”
Uh-oh. Good thing Rob's got Zack to keep him rooted in reality here.
I like this scene - the friendship, and the good use of dialogue to tell us about the characters.
Uh-oh. Good thing Rob's got Zack to keep him rooted in reality here.
I like this scene - the friendship, and the good use of dialogue to tell us about the characters.
Edited 2009-11-03 21:58 (UTC)
Great progress toward your goal - Good for you:)
Theresa sounds so intriguing, I had to sneak a peek at the larger piece.
Thanks for the link!
Theresa sounds so intriguing, I had to sneak a peek at the larger piece.
Thanks for the link!
Thanks.
It's been a long time since I tried to write these two, but I'm remembering why I loved them before.
Zack is definitely the sensible one.
It's been a long time since I tried to write these two, but I'm remembering why I loved them before.
Zack is definitely the sensible one.
250 and a bit words in half an hour (started late in order to watch the latest Attenborough). A pity I have to stop now, but it's a natural break and I had a hard enough time getting up this morning. I've got quite a lot of notes on this fic, but putting them together in coherent paragraphs is surprisingly challenging. Still, I'm satisfied with the bit I've done, and know more or less where I'm going next.
Not a quote from what I've written tonight, but from a scrap of note: "Startled goose in 2nd punt scene?" Take that which way you will...
Not a quote from what I've written tonight, but from a scrap of note: "Startled goose in 2nd punt scene?" Take that which way you will...
That's really impressive progress towards your target in 3 days!
I do _hope_ that Teresa is going to meet Sharpe himself?
I do _hope_ that Teresa is going to meet Sharpe himself?
PicoWrimo's proving to be a great motivator for me. Thanks so much for the boot! I've been picking away at this and that on the story, but now I've got my mind made up to go about it systematically from the beginning. So we're digging in the garden for now. Hopefully I'll get to the main characters in a few days.
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