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Shmart Babiesh
Mar. 30th, 2005 12:08 amOkay: Chapter One is now entirely done. This brings me to the problems of Chapter Two, which will be an interstitial narrated by someone we won’t get introduced to for quite some time, someone inhuman and (hopefully) offputting. On the one hand, it’ll incoporate a whole bunch of stuff I’ve already written—things which were previously meant to be part of the book’s prologue, when it still had one; on the other, I need to figure out how much of said stuff I want to keep, how much I want to toss or save ‘till later, and how it should be reshaped to fit the book as it’s begun to develop. Plus there’ll be entirely new passages, because there always are.
So because of those inherent difficulties, I’m going to put recording a word-count off until I close out Chapter Two entirely, because to do otherwise sort of seems like cheating. I will, however, say that the manuscript is now roughly 41 pages long, with an overall word-count of 8,876—I do that four more times, and I’ll be pushing "Pen Umbra" territory. Not to mention how if I do that ten or twelve more times after that, I think the whole book will probably be done. Go, me.;)
In other news, Cal is a bit better today, but only a bit. He’s still squirming and creeping, tripping and screaming, puking and weeping bitterly over his inability to crawl as fast, far or expertly as he’d like to. This afternoon, while checking my ‘mail, I was amazed at how quickly he was able to pull himself off the blanket and reach the bedroom door, grinning at med the whole way. Then, naturally, he slipped and went headfirst into the door-frame, prompting a tantrum which could only be soothed by judicious application of bottle(s).
"He’s a very horky bobo," I told Steve, when he got home. Then added: "Hey, that sort of sounds like a minor Star Wars character, doesn’t it? ‘Horky Bobo, pirate king of Bespin!’"
Naturally, after The Incredibles, I’m also now playing Mozart, for all that Cal’s already asleep. Because even if they’re not awake to hear it, shtudiesh show that playing Mozart makes babiesh shmarter!
And here’s yet another list, while I’m thinking of it—the beginning of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
renka54's movie meme, gakked from dargie, which I’m going to do in parts, so I can explain why I chose what I chose in the sort of nutty detail I so love. Which goes li’l something like this:
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And now I’m going back to Chapter Two, before the boyo hits his 2:00 A.M. shriek-point. Wish me luck.
So because of those inherent difficulties, I’m going to put recording a word-count off until I close out Chapter Two entirely, because to do otherwise sort of seems like cheating. I will, however, say that the manuscript is now roughly 41 pages long, with an overall word-count of 8,876—I do that four more times, and I’ll be pushing "Pen Umbra" territory. Not to mention how if I do that ten or twelve more times after that, I think the whole book will probably be done. Go, me.;)
In other news, Cal is a bit better today, but only a bit. He’s still squirming and creeping, tripping and screaming, puking and weeping bitterly over his inability to crawl as fast, far or expertly as he’d like to. This afternoon, while checking my ‘mail, I was amazed at how quickly he was able to pull himself off the blanket and reach the bedroom door, grinning at med the whole way. Then, naturally, he slipped and went headfirst into the door-frame, prompting a tantrum which could only be soothed by judicious application of bottle(s).
"He’s a very horky bobo," I told Steve, when he got home. Then added: "Hey, that sort of sounds like a minor Star Wars character, doesn’t it? ‘Horky Bobo, pirate king of Bespin!’"
Naturally, after The Incredibles, I’m also now playing Mozart, for all that Cal’s already asleep. Because even if they’re not awake to hear it, shtudiesh show that playing Mozart makes babiesh shmarter!
And here’s yet another list, while I’m thinking of it—the beginning of
renka54's movie meme, gakked from dargie, which I’m going to do in parts, so I can explain why I chose what I chose in the sort of nutty detail I so love. Which goes li’l something like this:( Read more... )
And now I’m going back to Chapter Two, before the boyo hits his 2:00 A.M. shriek-point. Wish me luck.
