A Book of Tongues: THUD
Jan. 24th, 2009 12:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
handful_ofdustWords added: 1,050.
Where you at?: Chapter Three, section one. Ha!
Words overall: 15,260.
Victories: Like I said, the endless Chapter Two is now Chapters Two and Three. Also, I finally thought my way out of the scene I'm currently still technically in, so now I just have to go back and tweak the mishmash of dialogue and notes into something resembling real prose, and go on to the my-Ma's-a-whore angst.
Challenges: Man, this shit is gruelling. It's like starting a stalled car, every single day. Except the car is my brain, and its stalledness tends to make me feel bad about myself. (I made it to yoga after my "shift" was over, which was great, but my wrists hurt, my shoulder was stiff, my hip was stiff--hell, even my damn GROIN was stiff. Like PMS cramps without the pain; you'd think that'd be better, but it actually reads more as just offputting.)
In other news, I finished The Brass Verdict by Michael Connolly in roughly three hours, and returned it to my Mom. And I guess I "should" comment on the Oscar nominations, but really, why bother? Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma? Etc.
Where you at?: Chapter Three, section one. Ha!
Words overall: 15,260.
Victories: Like I said, the endless Chapter Two is now Chapters Two and Three. Also, I finally thought my way out of the scene I'm currently still technically in, so now I just have to go back and tweak the mishmash of dialogue and notes into something resembling real prose, and go on to the my-Ma's-a-whore angst.
Challenges: Man, this shit is gruelling. It's like starting a stalled car, every single day. Except the car is my brain, and its stalledness tends to make me feel bad about myself. (I made it to yoga after my "shift" was over, which was great, but my wrists hurt, my shoulder was stiff, my hip was stiff--hell, even my damn GROIN was stiff. Like PMS cramps without the pain; you'd think that'd be better, but it actually reads more as just offputting.)
In other news, I finished The Brass Verdict by Michael Connolly in roughly three hours, and returned it to my Mom. And I guess I "should" comment on the Oscar nominations, but really, why bother? Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma? Etc.
