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It wasn't too hot today. It was even, in the evening when I ended up waiting more than half an hour for the bus, quite pleasant to be outside. Tomorrow, alas, it's slated to be in the high 90's again.

My long-standing elderly neighbor's things were being moved out at the weekend. (He hasn't been around much for a while; the last time I saw him, a couple of months ago, he told me that he was moving in with his niece due to deteriorating health.) I think the last couple of days someone has been cleaning his apartment; the fumes of cleaning fluids are finding their way in here by the same mysterious means that cooking and smoke smells do.

I saw a young woman on campus yesterday with her hair in a braid that fell to her knees. If I'd been her, I might have lopped off the last foot or so to avoid straggliness, but it was still impressive. The longest bits of mine, unbraided -- I never did get the hang of braiding my own -- are about to my waist, but it really needs a few inches trimmed.

The novel continues to progress, slowly and steadily; the protagonist now has a computer account. Most of tonight's words were done on the Palm; for some reason I couldn't make myself sit down in front of the big computer, but that doesn't mean that words can't flow. (If I'm really in the mood I can write standing up in crowded public places; if I'm really not, then no amount of sitting in the official writing chair is going to help; there are intermediate states when reasonable comfort and some kind of words-to-electrons device will do the trick.)

I haven't seen my everyday rings since I got back from Hawaii, but they must be around here somewhere.
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I wrote 2200 words this evening, determined to make up for the missed days during the week. The ship's on its way, and the heroine is learning about her new environment.

(Chatterbox teenage girl makes a useful infodump-vehicle, but I almost stalled when I had to think of a suitable bit of approbatory teenage slang. I settled for 'Keen', but may revisit that later.)
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on Behemoth 47

Sigh

May. 23rd, 2007 09:33 pm
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That energy I had on Saturday seems to have been my allowance for the week. I've written all of three hundred words in the last two evenings, and all I want to do now is go to bed, even though the weather's been remarkably pleasant the last couple of days. (Actual cool breezes, probably not to be repeated until fall.)

It doesn't help that all my heroine wants to do is go to bed, too. (She's been running all over town on public transport all day after spending a sleepless night in the cells, and I don't think she got much sleep the night before, either -- and then there's the emotional strain on top of all that.) Does anyone else get this sort of psychosomatic feedback from their characters?

Progress

May. 20th, 2007 09:59 pm
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That's 4014 words this week, and my heroine is aboard the ship. Maybe by this time next week the ship will be on its way.
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For once, I had energy on a non-Phoenix Saturday; this makes a nice contrast to the weekend before last, when I accomplished pretty much nothing at all. Maybe it's because I got a reasonable amount of sleep last night, or maybe because the allergies are tapering off as the flowering season winds down. I not only got groceries, I've done laundry and put it away and re-sheeted the bed, cleaned the kitchen and bathroom, picked up mail and changed the batteries in the bedroom phone and stuck the posters back on the wall, and written 770 words. I also watched the last two episodes of SG-1 S9, to which my reaction is that I'm glad I don't have to wait until October for the S10 DVDs! (Also, I wonder if B5's CGI space battles will look cheesy by modern standards when I get back to that.)

We appear to be having a plague of locusts, or at least small grasshoppers, which seem to be everywhere.
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Another day, another 554 words.

It's weird, though. The nucleus for this whole novel was the image of the heroine standing alone in an empty cavern with crystal dust crunching under her feet, clutching her few belongings and contemplating the vastness of the ship where she's hoping for refuge. And now she's at that point, and the cavern isn't empty at all; it's got a train in it, and a couple of giant robots slinging sacks of grain around, and she isn't alone, either.

In other news, it's still hot, and I'm still tired and somewhat stressed out, but at least I have some groceries. Another good thing is that apparently my daytime bus service isn't going to get cut in half for the summer this year, which makes a nice change.
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And another 617 today. Maybe tomorrow we'll actually get to the ship.

776 words

May. 14th, 2007 09:58 pm
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Behemoth 47 was at 6,904 when I came home this evening, and now it's at 7,680. Still a long way to go, but at least I got my heroine on the train and almost to the docks.

It feels good to be writing again.


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"Prosper and Plenty, Hope and Opportunity, Diamond and Sapphire and long-lost Pearl, Enterprise and Song-in-the-dark and Home-at-last; one by one the colonies took root."

I learned a lot about the history of the Worldwheel tonight. Maybe tomorrow I'll find out what, or who, convinced the Shipwights to go into business with humans rather than just granting them occasional passage.


(Also, GIP.)

Noodling

Apr. 30th, 2007 09:41 pm
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So this is the week (finally) when I work on outlining the novel. This is not something I've done very often in my writing life, and the last time was more than a decade ago in a different country. Read more... )

It feels odd not to be actively writing in the sense of adding words to a draft, but I have to do some thinking-ahead sometime, and I really, really don't want to mess this one up; it absorbed most of the ideas that came to me in the drought years, at least lately.

Weekend

Mar. 12th, 2006 05:51 pm
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When I left home yesterday, there was cold gritty wind and a pall of dirty grey clouds or dust over the mountains. The shuttle ran into the real storm half an hour north of Tucson, with driving rain and bad visibility, and passed a couple of bad accidents, the sort that leaves battered vehicles sitting in the sunken median, before getting into Phoenix about fifteen minutes late. In the meantime, I'd committed about 700 words to Old Laptop's rattly little hard drive, once I persuaded the machine to boot up and open my file. The SuperShuttle dispatcher at the Phoenix airport had taken refuge inside the terminal building, which made him hard to find, but we connected eventually.

We watched the second half of Ben Hur after supper, and the first half of the making-of documentary. I found myself wondering, later, if that was the LOTR of its time -- the book that attracted a cult following, kept selling for two or three generations, and challenged the technology of the day to bring it to stage and screen.

Today dawned bright and sunny. On the way back to the airport we could see snow on the mountains -- a most unusual sight from downtown Phoenix! I spent a lot of the shuttle ride back just watching the landscape in that unaccustomed mode of little fluffy clouds and distant snow-covered peaks.

The campus weather gauge at the UofA registered 0.17 inches yesterday; I think Phoenix got a lot more, though. The Santa Catalina range to the north has just the faintest dusting of snow, like sifted sugar, on the highest ridges. As I came into the apartment complex, I passed a tree with a whole flock of little birds -- at least one house finch with its vivid splash of crimson on the chest, some plain brown sparrowish things, and some darkly irridescent in the low light, all chirping in sweet, liquid voices.

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writing thoughts )
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6,165 / 100,000
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I might try taking Old Laptop to Phoenix this weekend to keep the momentum up. (I can't really justify taking Butterfly on a personal trip for purely recreational reasons, and I'm never taking Behemoth anywhere again if I can help it!)
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5,600 / 100,000
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Current silly problem; heroine has entered a cafe on a cold damp morning. I'm having the hardest time remembering that she doesn't wear glasses and therefore wouldn't be instantly blinded by steam on the lenses.

Struggling

Mar. 7th, 2006 08:43 pm
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Yes, I did write some words today -- in a notebook on the bus this morning. Later on I may type them up and add some more, but I'm getting to the bit where it isn't fun, already, and only hoping I can push through it and get my flow back.

EDIT: About 500 words total, in the end; heroine dressed and off to have breakfast, thanks to motherly friend who turned up with her things. I need to find some way to bring in a bit more detail about her instrument, in revisions; so far I've established that it means a lot to her, but not why, unless I actually use the essay-written-when-she-was-twelve that I wrote just before I ran out of steam last time. I've had some vague notion of using stuff like that as interstitial material between chapters, but that might be a bit too fancy and slow the action down too much.

Whiny details about lack of flow. )

Amateur angst )

Update

Mar. 4th, 2006 10:10 pm
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Well, that could have been worse. Five pages, nearly three thousand words, a few of them new, and the story moved along a smidge further than it was. I managed to resist fiddling with the controls on Word until after I got that far, too. I'm still not entirely happy with it, and as someone who always used to write clean, readable-for-pleasure first drafts I find it hard to accept less than the best possible before moving on, but I think I need to forge ahead for now.

Trepidation

Mar. 4th, 2006 07:37 pm
ellarien: writing is ... (writing)
I think it's time to start writing again. I have enough of a plan for Behemoth 47 to make a start, and I think that maybe, just maybe, if I print out the existing almost-chapter and retype it, I can jump-start the actual writing process.

I'm ridiclously nervous about it, after way too many years of not getting anywhere. Really, though, I don't have anything to lose, except maybe the faint lingering ghost of an illusion that I can actually do this.

But I'm going to start. Now. I'm going to put down this laptop, walk into the study, turn off the wireless on the Behemoth machine, boot up, and do it.

See you in a couple of hours.

Noodling

Feb. 21st, 2006 08:38 pm
ellarien: writing is ... (writing)
Every time I think I've got the Behemoth thing nailed down enough to make a start, it hits me with another question.

At the moment I'm going with the idea that J is T's long-lost son. Once they're on the same ship, which happens fairly early on, maybe a quarter or a third of the way through the plot, they will find out, probably in the first couple of days. If the reunion was completely satisfactory, there wouldn't be a plot any more, or at least, those characters wouldn't be very interested in carrying on with it.

So, J has had a pretty strange upbringing, and isn't exactly the son T had been imagining all these years.

And all of a sudden, last night, J has acquired memories of a foster mother who used to work with T and despised him. What's more, I'm beginning to wonder if J needs to be a viewpoint character too, because some of those scenes will be really tricky to do offstage and by inference. It would be a familiar pattern for me -- the hero and heroine taking turns, with maybe a third character getting an occasional look-in -- but I always thought this was going to be a single-viewpoint story, and that's one thing I need to decide before I can even plan the thing properly.
ellarien: writing is ... (writing)
This is more setting, or maybe deep backstory, than plot.

The Shipwights have planets -- planets where the Behemoth ships don't go, that very few humans have ever seen. In fact, the ones on the ships aren't a much bigger fraction of their population than the humans on the ships are of theirs.

And when I realized that, I realized something I don't know. What do the Shipwights get out of the deal? They let humans use the ships and mostly dictate where they go, an arrangement that's gone on for generations; what's in it for them? Two possibilities spring to mind; either some trade goods they can't get for themselves, or some ancient debt that goes too deep for the agreement to be broken even though they've had humanity under mild sanctions for the last generation or two. It doesn't necessarily have to make complete sense in human terms, but it does have to be understandable.

Noodling

Jan. 29th, 2006 03:15 pm
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It's been a while, but as I said last night the story is nibbling at my brain again. Leaving aside the fact that I suspect I've entirely forgotten how to write, there are some things I need to settle in my mind before I can even think about starting on the thing.

I'm thinking aloud here, more or less, in the hope that writing the possibilities down will help me to pick one or think of something better.
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