In the small coastal village of Lygale, the young do not speak of leaving town. They instead look to the grove of god-trees at its gate, and speak of "going beyond the silver leaves." I use my writing to do just that, and this blog? Is the story of how this is beginning to happen for me.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
"What about the Twinkie?"
I think I've decided to try and do a bit of a "Wall of Shame" thing this month in order to keep myself on track writing-wise, though with that said it might be a bit interesting anyway because towards the end of the month I will be packing up and wandering off god alone knows where. ...actually, that's a lie, as I know I will be in NYC for a few days, then London for a couple of days before the eleven-day trip to Turkey, and after that my sister and I are going to tool on over to Suffolk to see my great-aunt. I also have the urge to go to Peterborough to pay my respects to Catherine of Aragon and I also want to go climb up Glastonbury Tor, but we'll see.
...but yeah, I can still do some writing. Actually, I'd like to go sit in the reading room in the Schwarzman branch of the New York Public Library and write a little bit of something. That would be heaven. ...hell, with the odd direction conversations between Cira and Otho have been taking the last couple of days, I could even get away with an anecdote about an unexplained mass sponge migration. Even if they do only move a foot and a half. Ha.
But yes, I ought to do something to account for what I do and don't write, so...here we go? Because I decided to do another couple of commissions, I spent the weekend writing about either Arosek and Ryenn, or Cira and Otho, and it's really got me back into the rhythm of Greywater. In between arranging my ESTA, scanning bills and obsessing over Nigella Lawson (don't ask), I managed to get a very little bit done. I'd already written maybe a couple hundred words this morning before I decided to take count, but at that point the .doc was 70,551. It's now 71,473. I'm guessing the novel's slightly more than halfway done at this point, though I can't be sure. Certainly it keeps changing shape on me -- not least of all thanks to that damn Rylea, and I'm terrified of Nan making an unexpected cameo -- but I think its key theme is always and ever going to be about rescuing others, and ourselves. And which one is possible, and which isn't. Hmm.
Right now, though, I think I've earned an early night. <3
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Hey Claire,
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your travels! We've just started up the August WoS thread; feel free to jump in with your progress (or lack thereof). [g] I frequently report accomplishing absolutely nothing. I get threatened with the wet noodle whip. I get back to work. The system does its job. [g]
That's a great wordcount - be proud!!
Thank you! It's fallen a bit flat the last couple of days, but never mind -- my mind is still writing, even if the fingers are weak. ^_~ I will definitely pop into the thread very, very soon. <3
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