Liveblogging the fatal ramble
Feb. 19th, 2010 11:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceIt hardly counts as a deathmarch, if you can do it in a day. This, then, is the fatal ramble towards finishment and delivery of HIDDEN CITIES. I started this day with fifty pages left to revise...
Ten pages down, forty to go.
Deadline: six-thirty tonight (I have a dinner date at seven).
Pints of coffee consumed: one
Nutriments: one apple, one Christmas orange*
Next anticipated nutriment: chocolate!
Distractions: a few chapters of The Count of Monte Cristo. Nothing more. The internets are empty.
Feline assistants: none. It's warmer downstairs. My lap is empty.
Darling-so-far: Not the boat, it was the sea that mocked; and all mockery is a lie.
*a phrase I owe to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mizkit, and which encompasses all tangerines, satsumae, etc etc, and which I use in this instance because I cannot remember which kind of variety of small easy-peeled orange it actually was.
Ten pages down, forty to go.
Deadline: six-thirty tonight (I have a dinner date at seven).
Pints of coffee consumed: one
Nutriments: one apple, one Christmas orange*
Next anticipated nutriment: chocolate!
Distractions: a few chapters of The Count of Monte Cristo. Nothing more. The internets are empty.
Feline assistants: none. It's warmer downstairs. My lap is empty.
Darling-so-far: Not the boat, it was the sea that mocked; and all mockery is a lie.
*a phrase I owe to
mizkit, and which encompasses all tangerines, satsumae, etc etc, and which I use in this instance because I cannot remember which kind of variety of small easy-peeled orange it actually was.