When in doubt...
Jun. 18th, 2008 06:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
...it's okay for your characters to be equally doubtful.
I have not at all figured out what my tyger tyger burning bright is actually for, but I have finished his chapter. Last line:
"And no, they had no idea what it meant, only that they were both sure that it meant something."
There, now. Sort it out later. Or cut it out, if it ends up meaning nothing. It's a thread, it's worked in; it can always be picked out again. Or not.
Or I could always reach the end of this vol in a state of ongoing uncertainty, decide I liked it enough to hang on to it and tell my editor it'll be resolved in vol three. Then I'd have to find something to do with it, whoo yeah.
In other news: my new compost bin has arrived. That makes three, and this one is half as big again as either of the others. Can a one-man household produce enough compost to justify 770 litres of binnage, you ask? Whoo, yeah. Just watch me. I'm actually working on the principle that if I only produce enough, it will force me to break through the concrete and make proper raised beds out in the yard there, because otherwise the yard will just fill up with unused compost, which would be downright foolish.
Mac came out to supervise its installation. In the rain. I have said it before, but he's an idiot.
Now I'm going to clean my oven. One of my ovens. A man can only do so much, y'know...?
I have not at all figured out what my tyger tyger burning bright is actually for, but I have finished his chapter. Last line:
"And no, they had no idea what it meant, only that they were both sure that it meant something."
There, now. Sort it out later. Or cut it out, if it ends up meaning nothing. It's a thread, it's worked in; it can always be picked out again. Or not.
Or I could always reach the end of this vol in a state of ongoing uncertainty, decide I liked it enough to hang on to it and tell my editor it'll be resolved in vol three. Then I'd have to find something to do with it, whoo yeah.
In other news: my new compost bin has arrived. That makes three, and this one is half as big again as either of the others. Can a one-man household produce enough compost to justify 770 litres of binnage, you ask? Whoo, yeah. Just watch me. I'm actually working on the principle that if I only produce enough, it will force me to break through the concrete and make proper raised beds out in the yard there, because otherwise the yard will just fill up with unused compost, which would be downright foolish.
Mac came out to supervise its installation. In the rain. I have said it before, but he's an idiot.
Now I'm going to clean my oven. One of my ovens. A man can only do so much, y'know...?
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Date: 2008-06-18 06:05 pm (UTC)I'm considering framing that and putting it over my desk. I am stuck (again): this book is more treacle than plot, I swear, and asking myself 'What would Dumas do?' is proving unhelpful, in that I have a sad dearth of Cardinal's Guards on hand. (And the Monte Cristo-ish stuff is the next one.)
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