slogging through Sunday
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julian_griffithProject: Unconventional Historical Romance Novel
Deadline: haven't got one
New words written: 341
Present total word count: 17947
Reason for stopping: bedtime
Mean things: Drunken postillion
Fun things: well, *I* thought it was fun to create that small hassle; also, fresh-caught pike
Stimulants: pizza
Words Word don't know: None today
Today was a bad day for words. All I needed, I thought, was a brief transition to the Sex Scene.
Yeah. That's what those 341 words are, and to get them I spent a great deal of time noodling around with Google Maps, nature preserve websites (that was about the fish), Hannah Glasse (to know how the innkeeper's wife would COOK the fish, even though I'M NOT EVEN DESCRIBING IT, although it might work its way in tomorrow), and a couple of sites about tile-hung architecture and how that worked - which is DEFINITELY not in any of the words I wrote, but would my brain let me do anything until I knew about it? It would not.
It may also have something to do with the emotional depletion of doing my taxes, which was bad even though I'm going to be getting a refund. But they're done.
Also there was a delay on one of my two regular prescriptions and I can sort of feel my brain grinding its gears without it. Tomorrow: bugging the pharmacy.
The thing that probably broke my brain hardest, though, was realizing that I'm freaking well writing fix-it fic again. Lancelot/Arthur/Guinevere fix-it fic. I DID NOT DO THIS ON PURPOSE. But the number of tropes I'm hitting is positively ridiculous. Well, it explains Caroline a little bit better to me, now.
Ill-Made Knight. King who didn't know he'd be king. The young bride.
THIS TIME THEY'RE NOT GOING TO FUCK IT UP, DAMMIT.
why, yes, I've been angry at their story since I was twelve. And yes, I'm pleased to be able to fix it.
The coolest thing, I think, is that knowing this gives me Mordred-era hooks for a sequel. AND I CAN FIX THOSE TOO.
Take THAT, Malory. And Tennyson. And Bradley. And White.
So, tomorrow, there will probably be a lot of words.
I hope.
Deadline: haven't got one
New words written: 341
Present total word count: 17947
Reason for stopping: bedtime
Mean things: Drunken postillion
Fun things: well, *I* thought it was fun to create that small hassle; also, fresh-caught pike
Stimulants: pizza
Words Word don't know: None today
Today was a bad day for words. All I needed, I thought, was a brief transition to the Sex Scene.
Yeah. That's what those 341 words are, and to get them I spent a great deal of time noodling around with Google Maps, nature preserve websites (that was about the fish), Hannah Glasse (to know how the innkeeper's wife would COOK the fish, even though I'M NOT EVEN DESCRIBING IT, although it might work its way in tomorrow), and a couple of sites about tile-hung architecture and how that worked - which is DEFINITELY not in any of the words I wrote, but would my brain let me do anything until I knew about it? It would not.
It may also have something to do with the emotional depletion of doing my taxes, which was bad even though I'm going to be getting a refund. But they're done.
Also there was a delay on one of my two regular prescriptions and I can sort of feel my brain grinding its gears without it. Tomorrow: bugging the pharmacy.
The thing that probably broke my brain hardest, though, was realizing that I'm freaking well writing fix-it fic again. Lancelot/Arthur/Guinevere fix-it fic. I DID NOT DO THIS ON PURPOSE. But the number of tropes I'm hitting is positively ridiculous. Well, it explains Caroline a little bit better to me, now.
Ill-Made Knight. King who didn't know he'd be king. The young bride.
THIS TIME THEY'RE NOT GOING TO FUCK IT UP, DAMMIT.
why, yes, I've been angry at their story since I was twelve. And yes, I'm pleased to be able to fix it.
The coolest thing, I think, is that knowing this gives me Mordred-era hooks for a sequel. AND I CAN FIX THOSE TOO.
Take THAT, Malory. And Tennyson. And Bradley. And White.
So, tomorrow, there will probably be a lot of words.
I hope.
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Date: 2012-04-02 09:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-02 11:01 am (UTC)My boys weren't the ones catching it. It was probably the innkeeper's son. Probably also best not to inquire whether he ought to have been fishing wherever he had been! My lord knows better than to fret whether the brandy's from smugglers or the fish from poachers.
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Date: 2012-04-03 09:07 am (UTC)