atheilen

Words: 516 today, slightly over 500 the other day.
Total: 18269
Tyop: none
Darling: "Natrian promised me he would have [your bedroom] decorated, but he has the aesthetic sense of a scholar, which is to say none whatsoever. He seemed to think books sufficed for ornament." Lisrae did not entirely disagree with this opinion.
Mean things: Class issues. Feeling like a petty jerk because you were one.
Reason for stopping: way too much worldbuilding work to do. I think tomorrow is going to be a day for the longhand notebook; I really have to figure some of this stuff out.
Things my characters haven't told me: all the things. Gah. Most notably how research works.
Other writing-related work: sent my bio into the journalism school and changed my twitter bio to reflect that I am going to journalism school. (Hey, did I mention I start my MJ in September?) This more than anything caused massive freakout.
Books in progress: I read? When this story has eaten my brain?

Words: ~1100ish (I was all over the file and don't feel like going to the trouble of doing an accurate count.)
Total: 16930.
Reason for stopping: social time with almost-sister.
Tyop: n/a
Darling: The kiss was sweet and yielding, a gentle invitation instead of a challenge, and Thesarien could read it as easily as he could Natrian’s face: Yes, it said. I love you as you are, all of you, even the parts that make you despair. Take me if that is your wish, and be the man you are; I am yours in this as in all things. Nothing could have infuriated Thesarien more.
Mean things: Your spouse calling you out on your bullshit in the way that only the person closest to you can. Internalized homophobia.
Nice things: Moving into a new place and finding out someone has considerately filled your bookshelf for you. Best. Day. Ever.
Things my characters haven't told me: how everyone manages to take half a year off at this stage of their lives. The composition of the Mavirae household. How Baby's First Magic Lesson works. How Thesarien escaped Weyren. Whether I need to know how Thesarien escaped Weyren.
Books in progress: Iain M. Banks, Use of Weapons.

So since this is supposed to be my summer of taking writing seriously, I thought I'd start doing progress reports here as a way to keep myself honest. This is the novella that I used to call "Defender of the House," but really I can't think of it as anything other than "Lisrae Has Two Daddies." It's about families of choice coming together through tragedy, and no one will ever want to read it, but I like it. It has snarky historians and prickly poets, anyway, so that's a win.

Words: 394.
Total: 15798 (good lord)
Reason for stopping: bed.
Tyop: n/a
Darling: none. Fear not, though, these are some pretty sarcastic characters, so there should usually be some entertaining quips in this section.
Mean things: Telepathy. Knowing your life is no longer your own, and not knowing just yet what that means.
Things my characters haven't told me: how everyone manages to take half a year off at this stage of their lives. The composition of the Mavirae household. How Baby's First Magic Lesson works.
Books in progress: Iain M. Banks, Use of Weapons.

So, the new novel spawned words on the old novel. Maybe working on two projects at once is the way to go. When I get stuck on or bored with one, I can move to the other.

That Book About Lairelle

Words today: 767
Words total: Oh, I have no idea anymore, the thing is spread out across too many files.
Reason for stopping: I can't find a way into this difficult conversation.

Tyop du jour: to berak the fall
Darling du jour:

Only...she really did have to relieve herself. There was no way, no matter what had happened to her, that she was going to let herself wet the bed like some newly-Repudiated, Fever-ridden cripple. She would just have to find a cleansing room and get in and out before anyone noticed her. Lairelle got up on her elbow and tried to move herself into a sitting position, but a deep, throbbing pain just below her stomach stopped her, and she fell back onto the pillow.

All right. This was going to be a problem.

Mean things: Having to go pee while being unable to move. Total disorientation. Muscle atrophy. Trauma. Stab wounds. Making an idiot of oneself.
The glamour!: Liz hawkwing_lb and I had a long discussion about stab wounds today, which led to some truly horrifying research on disembowelment. I don't even want to link to it here, but if you feel like being horrified and possibly losing your lunch? Google Abigail Taylor. (NSFW. Or life. Or sanity.)
Things needing names: all the servants
Other stuff done today: Returned library books. Registered for summer Latin class. Made sure I was getting the last bit of my scholarship. A bit of reading. Doesn't seem like much, but all of it was anxiety-inducing.

Current Mood: tired

Well. Looks like I just grew a new novel. It came to me in a dream (literally.)

Untitled YA Debtors' Prison/Reality TV Thing

Words today: 1146
Words total: 1146
Reason for Stopping: food needed, and homework

Tyop: out exercise yard
Darling:[The guard] told me his name once too. It's Nikos. I don't even let myself think it most of the time, let alone call him by it like he asked. If anyone ever found out he'd get fired, and then...well. He's only working here to pay off his own debt, and if he loses this job, I might see him again, but only when I watch the chain gangs march out from across the yard.
Mean things: Being in prison since the day she was born, with no hope to ever get out. Asshole guards. Unexplained summons to the Warden's office. The guy she likes is completely inappropriate. Gang rivalry.
Inside jokes: the warden is an alumnus of both UofT and Carleton.
Things needing names: A production company. Protagonist's family members. Rival gang members. The prison.

Well. That was fun.

With apologies to matociquala, I have decided to shamefully steal her method of keeping track, with some modifications, of course. Shame! You don't mind, do you, matociquala? Ripping off *cough* imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. If you do mind, I will of course stop.

[Bad username or unknown identity: For some reason, I cannot get the pretty bold and italic tags to work today, so there will be no pretty bold or italic text.]

( Cut for sanity )

[Bad username or unknown identity: Now, let's see if the formatting on this is as awful as I think it will be...]

Edit: Indeed. Why would the wordmeter table not copy?

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