I determined that this weekend I would not leave writing until after everything else, and a solid session this afternoon has given me 618 words. A bit tough, because I wasn't quite sure what I was doing with the section, but they've turned out OK. I feel the story's definitely heading home now.
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[Harriet] felt oddly lacklustre, in a way that she vaguely remembered feeling after she had won her Oxford scholarship, as if with so much new life in prospect one didn’t quite know what to do with it. The clock struck the quarter hour. The dons would be assembling for dinner, and though the prospect was rather daunting, no doubt over the initial shock it would not be too bad. They ought at least to be relied upon, after the shocks of recent days, to keep curiosity tolerably restrained, and even Miss Hillyard would be practice for facing Peter’s family. She put her book in her bag and marched boldly into the quad.
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on 2009-11-21 05:54 pm (UTC)*
[Harriet] felt oddly lacklustre, in a way that she vaguely remembered feeling after she had won her Oxford scholarship, as if with so much new life in prospect one didn’t quite know what to do with it. The clock struck the quarter hour. The dons would be assembling for dinner, and though the prospect was rather daunting, no doubt over the initial shock it would not be too bad. They ought at least to be relied upon, after the shocks of recent days, to keep curiosity tolerably restrained, and even Miss Hillyard would be practice for facing Peter’s family. She put her book in her bag and marched boldly into the quad.