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Feb. 3rd, 2011 09:49 pmCanberra has the draggled tag ends of Queensland weather. Melbourne has the draggled tag ends of Canberra weather. I spent today filling in forms and grouching. And I wrote most of a paper. By 'most', I mean that it's now at the stage where it needs to diet rather drastically.
Also, I shopped. My favourite papercraft shop has moved to within a block of my place. I spent a very happy half hour in there, when I was supposed to be filling in forms and grouching.
I came online to tell you a bunch of things, but there must be more thunder on the right, for they have entirely escaped my mind. I possibly wrote them into my novel, by mistake. It reached forty thousand words yesterday, probably also by mistake. This is one of those manuscripts that's going to grow furiously and then sulk until I cut it down to size and then sulk all over again until I create sense from it.
The characters are becoming interesting, though. A group of them insisted on karaoke in a cave in 1305, just yesterday. I sincerely hope there will be consequences from karaoke - there ought always be consequences from rash undertakings. What I don't quite understand is how other peoples' rash undertakings in fiction are vast battle scenes and saving the universe, while mine are a group of time travellers singing karaoke... Other writers have strange minds.
I'm throwing my plans for the rest of the evening out the window and I'm going to write up some of my dissertation. I realised that I've been thinking about Chapter Four all wrong, you see, and what I really need to do is talk about the Miracles of Nostre Dame for three, maybe four pages. I haven't actually suggested this to my supervisor, of course. Nor have I told him about the karaoke. If he reads my blog, I'm quite possibly in trouble...
Also, I shopped. My favourite papercraft shop has moved to within a block of my place. I spent a very happy half hour in there, when I was supposed to be filling in forms and grouching.
I came online to tell you a bunch of things, but there must be more thunder on the right, for they have entirely escaped my mind. I possibly wrote them into my novel, by mistake. It reached forty thousand words yesterday, probably also by mistake. This is one of those manuscripts that's going to grow furiously and then sulk until I cut it down to size and then sulk all over again until I create sense from it.
The characters are becoming interesting, though. A group of them insisted on karaoke in a cave in 1305, just yesterday. I sincerely hope there will be consequences from karaoke - there ought always be consequences from rash undertakings. What I don't quite understand is how other peoples' rash undertakings in fiction are vast battle scenes and saving the universe, while mine are a group of time travellers singing karaoke... Other writers have strange minds.
I'm throwing my plans for the rest of the evening out the window and I'm going to write up some of my dissertation. I realised that I've been thinking about Chapter Four all wrong, you see, and what I really need to do is talk about the Miracles of Nostre Dame for three, maybe four pages. I haven't actually suggested this to my supervisor, of course. Nor have I told him about the karaoke. If he reads my blog, I'm quite possibly in trouble...