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I...kind of wrote three thousand words today.

I didn't even mean to, really. First I was going for two thousand, but then I realised that the chapter was about to end, and I knew how it was going to end, so I pushed myself to that point, and by that time I was five hundred words away from 20,000.  -- Those have got to be some of the hardest five hundred words I have ever written. Also, of my three thousand odd words, there aren't very many of them that I like much at all, but: December, I keep telling myself. It's a mess, and trying to fix it as you go will get you the exact same place as your anality in every other writing project has gotten you in the past, namely, nowhere to speak of, and nothing to show for it except the same scene rewritten thirteen times from three different perspectives.

(Still, that exposition explosion at the dinner table has not yet ceased to make me nauseous.) 

Today was a rainy Saturday: my favourite. The weather's been balmy for two days now. This is very odd, and I have a dreadful foreboding that we will pay for it come wintertime, and pay well, but I am rejoicing in the warmth anyway. Running outdoors in only a jacket! I got my contacts at last and no longer have to wear my glasses every day (it is a good thing, I have been telling myself, that I finally have attractive glasses), and there was a brief stop at Goodwill where Mum found paper placemats from the 1960s, which are fantastically kitschy and excellent to decorate our vintagey kitchen. (Also I acquired a few intriguing things such as a brocadey vintage dress but that is beside the point.) I got to the library on time for the first time in two weeks, and when I arrived home, Mum had gotten a call from Bicycle Repairman the, uh, bicycle fixing people, saying that the Angelmobile was ready. I dropped him off yesterday. His brakes are nicely sensitive again and the tire is not flopping everywhere and it is so good to be on a bicycle again. But gorblimey do I ever need to raise the seat. How have I been riding it so low? (Quickly, to the Angelmobile, away!)

I really want to go to sleep right now. Hmmhmm.

Date: 2008-11-16 02:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] burningstarsxe.livejournal.com
The other night I accidentally wrote over a thousand words and I didn't even mean to. It's just a little drabble (x10, I suppose) that will probably never find its' way to the eyes or ears of anyone other than myself (or even be finished), but I was nonetheless impressed with myself.

Date: 2008-11-17 05:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] faeriemaiden.livejournal.com
Hurrah hurrah! Even when things will never see the light of day (...as most of what this novel currently looks like never will; if it EVER gets read it will be edited to BITS), there's a fabulous sense of having accomplished something when one writes a lot. Plus, both pens and computer keyboards have this really awesome tactile sensation. :p

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