Swingses and roundaboutses
Sep. 30th, 2008 02:29 pmThe advantage of going to the Lit & Phil in the mornings to work: a thousand words before lunch. Reliably, consistently. Once I've gone that far in the rain, I'm not leaving until the coffee's all drunk and the pages are written.
The disadvantage: twenty-five quid before lunch. All too often, there or thereabouts. Today it was books and bread and fabulous teas. Almost all reduced, because I am a wonder shopper; sometimes people offer me discounts before I ask for them. I put that down to my particular virtues of strangeness and charm... [Hee. Do you see what I did there?]
Anyway. I am poorer and damper, my house is a little more full and so is my hard drive. The book is past three hundred pages, yay, and I'm nowhere near finished for the day.
Tonight we have a stage adaptation of Angela Carter's "The Bloody Chamber", which I am looking forward to more than somewhat; meantime, the end of this chapter dances in my eyes, and the beginning of the next. And possibly even some notion of a shape for the rest of the book. I have a last line, hurrah! I always like a destination, even though I hate a chart. I cannot share it, for it is not mine to share; you do know this book is pseudonymous, right? Besides which, it is the definition of a spoiler. My last lines are important; I have to work towards them, and so do you.
The disadvantage: twenty-five quid before lunch. All too often, there or thereabouts. Today it was books and bread and fabulous teas. Almost all reduced, because I am a wonder shopper; sometimes people offer me discounts before I ask for them. I put that down to my particular virtues of strangeness and charm... [Hee. Do you see what I did there?]
Anyway. I am poorer and damper, my house is a little more full and so is my hard drive. The book is past three hundred pages, yay, and I'm nowhere near finished for the day.
Tonight we have a stage adaptation of Angela Carter's "The Bloody Chamber", which I am looking forward to more than somewhat; meantime, the end of this chapter dances in my eyes, and the beginning of the next. And possibly even some notion of a shape for the rest of the book. I have a last line, hurrah! I always like a destination, even though I hate a chart. I cannot share it, for it is not mine to share; you do know this book is pseudonymous, right? Besides which, it is the definition of a spoiler. My last lines are important; I have to work towards them, and so do you.