I wrote 1230 words today, in about two hours; this is quite fast by my recent standards, but it was a the kind of scene that pretty much wrote itself -- and presented me with a twist I hadn't thought of before.
The Editing Project of Doom has come back to haunt me yet again, this time in the form of proofs. At least they don't expect actual proofreaders' marks from me! It doesn't actually look particularly doom-laden, apart from a couple of figures that were converted to color in a hurry and seem to have lost their outlines.
It was a lovely day today, sunny and warm; the pear trees are starting to bloom, a little timidly, and it wasn't (quite) dark when I got home at about 6.45. (Silly buses. It would be nice if they weren't usually about fifteen minutes late every evening.)
The Editing Project of Doom has come back to haunt me yet again, this time in the form of proofs. At least they don't expect actual proofreaders' marks from me! It doesn't actually look particularly doom-laden, apart from a couple of figures that were converted to color in a hurry and seem to have lost their outlines.
It was a lovely day today, sunny and warm; the pear trees are starting to bloom, a little timidly, and it wasn't (quite) dark when I got home at about 6.45. (Silly buses. It would be nice if they weren't usually about fifteen minutes late every evening.)
