Aug. 30th, 2007

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A couple more mentions of Moi on the interblogs, nice or less-than-nice, for we practise full disclosure here, more or less:

[livejournal.com profile] cristalia gave up halfway through 'Bridge of Dreams', finding it all too predictable. I take her point, though I think what she complains of is built into the format; if you will write about sultans and harems and street-boys and such, there are certain bases that you do have to touch. Me, I'm quite comfortable seeing new trade coming down old tracks; other people, less so. (And of course there's always volume two, the second half of the story, which I think packs a few more surprises...)

In the meantime, [livejournal.com profile] lastshortstory is fast becoming a firm favourite of mine. [livejournal.com profile] cassiphone says this:

"Freecell," by Chaz Brenchley, Glorifying Terrorism - it's kind of wrong that a story about suicide bombing should be this damn gorgeous, but that's Brenchley for you.

That's all she says, but it's enough, surely? I can live off that for a week...
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...but it's all about waymarkers again today. The novel currently stands at:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
115,169 / 150,000
(76.8%)


- which means I've written 95,588 words of it during the three-month challenge of [livejournal.com profile] novel_in_90 (plus a fair amount of other non-book stuff, but the novel is what counts); but in terms of a pagecount the book has just reached:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
364 / 450
(80.9%)


- which means I've written exactly 300 pages of it during this same three months. Which is satisfyingly neat.

Obviously, 115,169 words doth not a novel make, not in Chazworld; but all is well, for we have declared another round of [livejournal.com profile] novel_in_90, to commence on Sept 1st. Which would be Saturday, I think. And as the official 90-day count of the last round ended yesterday, I am technically entitled to take these two extra days off.

And it's a lovely day, and I could be cleaning house or pottering in the garden or cooking something yummy; and in fact - well, here I am. Writing another page before lunch. Well, there's this dead baby, see, in a city haunted by horror, and I can't just leave it, can I...?

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