December 13th, 2006

breeden

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Another day of endless printing stretches out in front of me. And NPR is talking about economic theory, so it's a put-on-the-music day.

The one advantage to these days is that I can get a lot of writing done--got about 12K on the asylum story in the past three days. (Not consecutively, alas. There's a bit of a gap, or I'd post another chunk, since yeah, that was a little cliff-hangy. I'm slowly filling it in, but I write like a Venn diagram.)

The barbarian gynecologist's voice keeps changing on me. He started out very verbose and very sardonic, but he's getting gruffer and more laconic as time passes. I keep trying to pin it down, but it's like trying to kill a running rat with a pocket knife--lots of stabbing, not much squeaking. I've learned more about his culture, the now-defunct Threnodoxy, than I have about him. (They're a grim and warlike bunch--sort of Spartans-with-shamanism. And they have two seperate languages for the sexes, a random bit of anthropology I always wanted to dump somewhere.)

It's a shame, because I loved the line about saving the world, one hooker at a time. I may have to take Eve Forward's advice and start keeping a deleted scenes file.

Eh, I'll get that rat yet...
breeden

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6K today--not too shabby. That puts it at 18K total.

Word counts make me feel like I'm achieving something, which is good, because I still have no desire to paint. On the down side, since we've barely gotten anywhere, and there's three more characters off in the wings clearing their throats, they also give me a sinking feeling that it may be a rather long book.

Oh, well, you can only write what you can write. Gotta keep forging ahead...

I hope to have a second chunk for y'all at some point, but it's coming in bits and pieces. I took a walk 'round the lake, and a really wonderful argument occurred wherever it is these things occur in my head, so I hurried to write it down, but it's one of those that's sitting off in the distance, and all I can do is navigate toward it and hope that's the right direction to go.

I did have a nice moment when I realized that Scarn the barbarian trained in the Mater Megatherium, a building I've been wanting to use for ages, which is built inside the preserved body of the Great Mother of Ground Sloths. It'd be nice if they actually got up there to look at it--or whatever's left of it, since it was almost certainly burned to the ground--but I'm not sure if it's in the cards. Still, a writer can hope...