gillpolack @ 2015-08-02T23:34:00
I have eaten many, many strawberries today. The strawberry farmer had a special at her stall today. I could get 2 small punnets for $12 or 3 big ones (500g!) for $15. So I got three. One and a half kilos of strawberries. Three pounds, for those who eat their strawberries by the pound. And I was going to do all kinds of things with those strawberries, but I tasted one and before I knew it a punnet was gone.
Sunday morning, therefore, was market and watching SF with a friend. Sunday afternoon was when everything caught up with me (including strawberries) and I slept. I was going to finish Chapter Five tonight, but I realised that if I fell asleep most of Sunday afternoon, it possibly meant my body was telling me I should take the whole day off, so this evening I'm watching the first season of Leverage. Except when I'm not. The book creeps into everything, even on days off.
I'm giving myself until Wednesday night to sort out the rest of the chapters I'm in the middle of, and then until the weekend to sort them out in relation to Chapters Three and Four. By this time next week I want a far clearer draft of Chapters One to Eight. And I do things by numbers when ideas are shifting. The way writers enter the world of their novel and actually write novels changes a lot of my previous assumptions. I was relying on popular assumption (always a bad thing to do) and I now hope I'm not. But it entails checking everything else, just to make sure I follow-on and explain clearly. It's a lot of fun, but it means that I talk in terms of Chapters and dates rather than in terms of content.
For people who want news, James Shields has typeset my GUFF trip report and so there will be limited print copies available at Sasquan. Also, my new History Girl post is up. I waxed nostalgic.
And that's my Sunday.
Sunday morning, therefore, was market and watching SF with a friend. Sunday afternoon was when everything caught up with me (including strawberries) and I slept. I was going to finish Chapter Five tonight, but I realised that if I fell asleep most of Sunday afternoon, it possibly meant my body was telling me I should take the whole day off, so this evening I'm watching the first season of Leverage. Except when I'm not. The book creeps into everything, even on days off.
I'm giving myself until Wednesday night to sort out the rest of the chapters I'm in the middle of, and then until the weekend to sort them out in relation to Chapters Three and Four. By this time next week I want a far clearer draft of Chapters One to Eight. And I do things by numbers when ideas are shifting. The way writers enter the world of their novel and actually write novels changes a lot of my previous assumptions. I was relying on popular assumption (always a bad thing to do) and I now hope I'm not. But it entails checking everything else, just to make sure I follow-on and explain clearly. It's a lot of fun, but it means that I talk in terms of Chapters and dates rather than in terms of content.
For people who want news, James Shields has typeset my GUFF trip report and so there will be limited print copies available at Sasquan. Also, my new History Girl post is up. I waxed nostalgic.
And that's my Sunday.
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