Today is worthy, but possibly a little dull
My fun reading for today is Frances Hardinge's Cuckoo Song and Mira Grant's Parasite. My work reading is sweeping up the remnants of all last week's reading: two books and two articles. That leaves one book to check when I go to the library on Monday, and then I'm done with the reading for that project. The final scraps of writing will happen on Monday, after I've checked that single chapter in that last book. My work writing for today is making sure I have accounted for those two books and two articles in my writing.
My reading for fiction is nothing, for I was downloading books this morning for the 17th century novel rather than reading them and I was contemplating what makes up a street. I think I"m almost at an end of the downloads, for I think I have almost enough material to create me my own 1682. Almost. I'm not entirely happy with the French side of things or with the daily life side of things, but for them I need to read a few more secondary sources before I delve into primary. I'm not even nearly close to working out what makes a street, but I've begun to factor in tradies. I need to revive the knowledge I gleaned when I worked at the ACT Housing Trust, I think, and put it to literary use. This means that my next trick is to see if I can find a particular kind of map online. If I can't, I shall improvise. That's the only fiction work outstanding for the day.
Most of today is academic. Not just the one article, but sorting out other stuff. I've given myself til the end of June to be caught up with myself. My reward for that will be more time for my fiction in June and July. It will also be Aurealis reading, for that will start the moment I'm back from Continuum.
When I say that today is worthy but dull, my work is on fun things and Hardinge's novel is good and Grant's also good (though not as finely done, I feel - I'm 100 pages into both and Hardinge's narrator is through-and-through convincing) - it's just that the several week virus (the one that overtook me after the chest inflection was cleared) is very annoying. This is why, in fact, I have so much reading-for-fun. The need to get well suddenly overcame me...
My reading for fiction is nothing, for I was downloading books this morning for the 17th century novel rather than reading them and I was contemplating what makes up a street. I think I"m almost at an end of the downloads, for I think I have almost enough material to create me my own 1682. Almost. I'm not entirely happy with the French side of things or with the daily life side of things, but for them I need to read a few more secondary sources before I delve into primary. I'm not even nearly close to working out what makes a street, but I've begun to factor in tradies. I need to revive the knowledge I gleaned when I worked at the ACT Housing Trust, I think, and put it to literary use. This means that my next trick is to see if I can find a particular kind of map online. If I can't, I shall improvise. That's the only fiction work outstanding for the day.
Most of today is academic. Not just the one article, but sorting out other stuff. I've given myself til the end of June to be caught up with myself. My reward for that will be more time for my fiction in June and July. It will also be Aurealis reading, for that will start the moment I'm back from Continuum.
When I say that today is worthy but dull, my work is on fun things and Hardinge's novel is good and Grant's also good (though not as finely done, I feel - I'm 100 pages into both and Hardinge's narrator is through-and-through convincing) - it's just that the several week virus (the one that overtook me after the chest inflection was cleared) is very annoying. This is why, in fact, I have so much reading-for-fun. The need to get well suddenly overcame me...
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