275 words today, the first day I've written anything.
Actually that's not bad, considering I wasn't expecting to take part in Pico this year. I've got shed-loads of work to do and masses of Real Life getting in the way so I just can't commit any evenings or weekends to writing. But then I realised yesterday that I've got the best part of 20 lunch times that I won't be doing anything in. So today I took the baby laptop to work with me and wrote a bit of Traveller (chapter 15, continuing from last year).
Today's excerpt (actually the first words I wrote today) :
“I can assure you, sir, I'm not weightless,” Chris sighed. “I wish I was; I'm sure my leg would hurt less.” “I don't actually feel weightless,” Gibbs explained. “But the fake environment that I'm seeing no longer has any reason for you not to float wherever the real world takes you.” He stopped short of voicing his feeling that the dream was learning, adapting. Demonstrating intelligence.
I've got 14 and a half chapters from the last <mumble> years. Last year's Pico was rather a wash-out for me, especially in comparison to the quarter-nano I managed the previous year.
For background, "Traveller" is an original story concerning the crew of a trade ship who find themselves trapped on a planet where nothing electronic works, and some people (though not all) suffer bizarre recurrent nightmares. I've got to a point where they're closing in on what they suspect to be something central to the plot problem, and the nightmares have become waking dreams that affect all of them.
you seem to have had no trouble picking up the story It helps that when I last put it down I'd made some notes on where I thought I needed to go next ;)
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on 2009-11-03 11:14 pm (UTC)Actually that's not bad, considering I wasn't expecting to take part in Pico this year. I've got shed-loads of work to do and masses of Real Life getting in the way so I just can't commit any evenings or weekends to writing. But then I realised yesterday that I've got the best part of 20 lunch times that I won't be doing anything in. So today I took the baby laptop to work with me and wrote a bit of Traveller (chapter 15, continuing from last year).
Today's excerpt (actually the first words I wrote today) :
“I can assure you, sir, I'm not weightless,” Chris sighed. “I wish I was; I'm sure my leg would hurt less.”
“I don't actually feel weightless,” Gibbs explained. “But the fake environment that I'm seeing no longer has any reason for you not to float wherever the real world takes you.” He stopped short of voicing his feeling that the dream was learning, adapting. Demonstrating intelligence.
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on 2009-11-04 12:18 am (UTC)You're writing a book, I take it, and you've got fifteen chapters from last year? Excellent!
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on 2009-11-04 09:02 am (UTC)For background, "Traveller" is an original story concerning the crew of a trade ship who find themselves trapped on a planet where nothing electronic works, and some people (though not all) suffer bizarre recurrent nightmares. I've got to a point where they're closing in on what they suspect to be something central to the
plotproblem, and the nightmares have become waking dreams that affect all of them.no subject
on 2009-11-04 01:45 pm (UTC)no subject
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on 2009-11-04 06:35 am (UTC)And you seem to have had no trouble picking up the story, which is great.
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on 2009-11-04 09:04 am (UTC)It helps that when I last put it down I'd made some notes on where I thought I needed to go next ;)