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Feb. 6th, 2008 04:21 pmLast night ended very late, because there were edits that finally fell into place. I have just massively improved the pacing of the last fifty pages of my New Ceres novel. Yes, Llyn, those dominoes can now be seen to fall.
Today started off with things going awry. The things that went awry kind of evolved and so today was fun, after all. This happens so often in teaching I ought to regard it as standard.
Things became most fun of all when our class equipment somehow ended up on the other side of town. I had to improvise the second hour of teaching. We (my class and myself) had all agreed that characterisation was one of the things we would work on this term, so I made up a three sentence exercise to help develop characters for very short pieces and we spent some happy time working on it.
I came home via the post office delivery centre, and am the proud owner of some nice new clothes and have got my new review books. I looked at my to-do list for the next little while and realised I'm best off finishing all the reviews by Saturday, or at least trying to finish them. This means I have to read 700 pages before I go to sleep tonight. I must not take time off to admire the contents of the other packages (or not too much time, anyhow) or to cook fancy dishes. Dinner, therefore, is clear chicken soup followed by pasta with sauce. The soup and the sauce are already made, you see. Only I'm not allowed either until I've read 300 pages of Patrick Rothfuss, who has Trudi's magician on his cover. He's hiding in a tunnel made of grapevines. Very odd.
I think I might make a ruling on being interesting, too. I'm going to be boring until I've done those reviews.
Today started off with things going awry. The things that went awry kind of evolved and so today was fun, after all. This happens so often in teaching I ought to regard it as standard.
Things became most fun of all when our class equipment somehow ended up on the other side of town. I had to improvise the second hour of teaching. We (my class and myself) had all agreed that characterisation was one of the things we would work on this term, so I made up a three sentence exercise to help develop characters for very short pieces and we spent some happy time working on it.
I came home via the post office delivery centre, and am the proud owner of some nice new clothes and have got my new review books. I looked at my to-do list for the next little while and realised I'm best off finishing all the reviews by Saturday, or at least trying to finish them. This means I have to read 700 pages before I go to sleep tonight. I must not take time off to admire the contents of the other packages (or not too much time, anyhow) or to cook fancy dishes. Dinner, therefore, is clear chicken soup followed by pasta with sauce. The soup and the sauce are already made, you see. Only I'm not allowed either until I've read 300 pages of Patrick Rothfuss, who has Trudi's magician on his cover. He's hiding in a tunnel made of grapevines. Very odd.
I think I might make a ruling on being interesting, too. I'm going to be boring until I've done those reviews.