Sunday progress post
Apr. 29th, 2012 11:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Project: From Stately Home To Thatched Cottage Romance Novel
Deadline: haven't got one
New words written: 1651
Present total word count: 31524
Reason for stopping: time to take my meds, and I think I know where this scene is going tomorrow
Mean things: scalding tea
Fun things: stain removal
Stimulants: Newman's Own dark chocolate peppermint cups
In which we finally meet the lieutenant's Ma.
She was rather more flustered at having a lord turn up on her doorstep than I'd thought she would be. She was incredibly wary. And even though the viscount was being very courteous and trying to set her at ease, it wasn't working. And I felt like she had no personality.
So
mswyrr said "what if somebody spills something?" She had a scene from Mad Men in mind, something about a milkshake. I have not seen enough Mad Men to have seen that episode, but I could see where it was going.
A lord with his britches off, sitting in his drawers and stockings, while the widow cottager expertly gets the tea stain out of the wool, is a far less intimidating figure.
I actually googled "stain removal black tea wool" to write the scene.
And I got to geek out like a boss because I know damn well what's in a cottage kitchen. House museum volunteering!
But AUGH, it was slow going today.
Deadline: haven't got one
New words written: 1651
Present total word count: 31524
Reason for stopping: time to take my meds, and I think I know where this scene is going tomorrow
Mean things: scalding tea
Fun things: stain removal
Stimulants: Newman's Own dark chocolate peppermint cups
In which we finally meet the lieutenant's Ma.
She was rather more flustered at having a lord turn up on her doorstep than I'd thought she would be. She was incredibly wary. And even though the viscount was being very courteous and trying to set her at ease, it wasn't working. And I felt like she had no personality.
So
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A lord with his britches off, sitting in his drawers and stockings, while the widow cottager expertly gets the tea stain out of the wool, is a far less intimidating figure.
I actually googled "stain removal black tea wool" to write the scene.
And I got to geek out like a boss because I know damn well what's in a cottage kitchen. House museum volunteering!
But AUGH, it was slow going today.