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This is my kind of day: 8:06 AM and I'm already scratching in my journal. And I've already checked my work/civilian email and fielded a call from George, one of the warrant officers, about a transport.
Yesterday, Macalaurë spoke to me! For almost five pages! I'm getting closer to the little pansy minstrel. It's funny because he was one of the last characters I tackled in a chapter because I didn't know how what to write for him. Now, he's one of the easiest to write because his voice is naturally prone to being discursive. His latest chapter is already fifteen pages long! In size 10, single-spaced TNR font! I had been getting worried because my chapters had been getting shorter, and I didn't want to present a (spurious) pattern that might be distracting, but my boy Macalaurë has seen to that. He's such a confused and awkward little fella too; rather fun to write.
Of course, it is my MO to have a great day, then have a bad case of writer's block the next. So today, I will probably manage a half a crappy page. But I didn't do any editing yesterday, so I always have that out. When Macalaurë is finished, this story is so close to fruition that I get giddy with excitement.
What is wrong with me?
On another note, last night I had skating practice. I made the mistake of thinking the boo-boo on my knee was healed enough to split, slid into it, and saw stars. Ai! So needless to say, I didn't do that anymore.
I have to go do some "grant stuff." I'll probably be back later. Maybe it's not my kind of day. Yuck.
Productively yours,
Medium Dawn Felagund of the Fountain
Later.... (11:03 AM)
Okay, obviously, it wasn't that bad. I got scared when Johnny came in and said, "Do you think we'd be able to finish this today?" Today?! You're talking a major project when it takes me a whole day to finish.
But it took, what? Two-and-a-half hours or so. It would have taken me alone a shorter amount of time, probably, but he meant well in helping. I just happen to be extremely fast when it comes to any task that keeps me from doing what I want to be doing, including work.
The dummies at Central Home Detention, who send us our warrants, re-issued a warrant yesterday with new address information and then put the wrong address on it. Am I alone in thinking that this is incredibly dumb? I don't think so. (Actually, I know so: Diane, Kathy, and Johnny all agreed that it is dumb.)
Well, I think I'll go see what Macalaurë has to say for himself....
Creatively yours,
Medium Dawn Felagund of the Fountain
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Yesterday, Macalaurë spoke to me! For almost five pages! I'm getting closer to the little pansy minstrel. It's funny because he was one of the last characters I tackled in a chapter because I didn't know how what to write for him. Now, he's one of the easiest to write because his voice is naturally prone to being discursive. His latest chapter is already fifteen pages long! In size 10, single-spaced TNR font! I had been getting worried because my chapters had been getting shorter, and I didn't want to present a (spurious) pattern that might be distracting, but my boy Macalaurë has seen to that. He's such a confused and awkward little fella too; rather fun to write.
Of course, it is my MO to have a great day, then have a bad case of writer's block the next. So today, I will probably manage a half a crappy page. But I didn't do any editing yesterday, so I always have that out. When Macalaurë is finished, this story is so close to fruition that I get giddy with excitement.
What is wrong with me?
On another note, last night I had skating practice. I made the mistake of thinking the boo-boo on my knee was healed enough to split, slid into it, and saw stars. Ai! So needless to say, I didn't do that anymore.
I have to go do some "grant stuff." I'll probably be back later. Maybe it's not my kind of day. Yuck.
Productively yours,
Medium Dawn Felagund of the Fountain
Later.... (11:03 AM)
Okay, obviously, it wasn't that bad. I got scared when Johnny came in and said, "Do you think we'd be able to finish this today?" Today?! You're talking a major project when it takes me a whole day to finish.
But it took, what? Two-and-a-half hours or so. It would have taken me alone a shorter amount of time, probably, but he meant well in helping. I just happen to be extremely fast when it comes to any task that keeps me from doing what I want to be doing, including work.
The dummies at Central Home Detention, who send us our warrants, re-issued a warrant yesterday with new address information and then put the wrong address on it. Am I alone in thinking that this is incredibly dumb? I don't think so. (Actually, I know so: Diane, Kathy, and Johnny all agreed that it is dumb.)
Well, I think I'll go see what Macalaurë has to say for himself....
Creatively yours,
Medium Dawn Felagund of the Fountain
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