Icky, Icky, Icky
Aug. 2nd, 2004 10:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mmerriamWhich is how I feel right now. Fortunately for you I promised long ago not to discuss the color of my phlegm (or other bodily fluids), so on to other things.
I've been practicing Braille at home using the only thing in Braille in the house; two pages in my St. Paul Saints 2004 yearbook, which is nice, but not that large of a challenge. I need to check out a Braille book from the library. Soon.
I sent "The Foundling" to the Online Writer's Workshop today. So far it has received almost a dozen reads, but no critiques. I'd like to think that is because the story is so deep and wonderful that the readers need to step away and allow it to All Sink In. On the other hand, it could be that the story rots to high heaven and the readers are Fleeing for their Sanity. I'm sure reality falls somewhere in between.
A solid 600 words on "Move Along Home" today. Chapter seven is finished, chapter six is almost finished, and chapter twelve is ongoing. I've spent the last two days wrestling with the story, trying to get it to go the direction I want (or at least in the general direction I want). I also spent a sizable amount of time simply considering the story. Where is it going? How is it going to get there? Why are we in this hand basket? I also wanted to make sure I didn't accidentally give anyone a "Get Out Of Jail Free" card, item, or power. I also made what is to me an interesting observation concerning the protagonist, the antagonist, and myself, but I think that this information falls under the Waxing Mystical taboo, so I shan't.
I may need to set the novel aside for a day or two. I have a short story idea bubbling up that I really want to write, plus I need to get something ready to send out to Tales of the Unanticipated before their submission deadline on the 15th of this month.
I guess that's all the news that is news for the moment.
In Peace
Michael
I've been practicing Braille at home using the only thing in Braille in the house; two pages in my St. Paul Saints 2004 yearbook, which is nice, but not that large of a challenge. I need to check out a Braille book from the library. Soon.
I sent "The Foundling" to the Online Writer's Workshop today. So far it has received almost a dozen reads, but no critiques. I'd like to think that is because the story is so deep and wonderful that the readers need to step away and allow it to All Sink In. On the other hand, it could be that the story rots to high heaven and the readers are Fleeing for their Sanity. I'm sure reality falls somewhere in between.
A solid 600 words on "Move Along Home" today. Chapter seven is finished, chapter six is almost finished, and chapter twelve is ongoing. I've spent the last two days wrestling with the story, trying to get it to go the direction I want (or at least in the general direction I want). I also spent a sizable amount of time simply considering the story. Where is it going? How is it going to get there? Why are we in this hand basket? I also wanted to make sure I didn't accidentally give anyone a "Get Out Of Jail Free" card, item, or power. I also made what is to me an interesting observation concerning the protagonist, the antagonist, and myself, but I think that this information falls under the Waxing Mystical taboo, so I shan't.
I may need to set the novel aside for a day or two. I have a short story idea bubbling up that I really want to write, plus I need to get something ready to send out to Tales of the Unanticipated before their submission deadline on the 15th of this month.
I guess that's all the news that is news for the moment.
In Peace
Michael
