of weddings and worm kings
Feb. 19th, 2009 11:26 amI've been reading back over my unfinished novel of mice, and came across the sentence: Jo felt as if they had become paleontologists, encasing casing fragmenting rock in plaster for the trip to the lab. which makes no sense at all. Aside from a bunch of these small details, I find that my suspension of disbelief works a great deal better while reading than while writing. Or possibly even that some of the forced plot points aren't actually as bad as I thought they were. I may, however, have to tidy up a few of the introductions of characters so that they have less in common with Anyone We Know.
Meanwhile, I have ordered 10 yards of silk, and paid less than half what they were asking for any of the crazy acetate bridal gowns I tried on, and with some luck and attention to detail, I may even end up with something I find far more attractive. We shall see. (oh, plus a matching vest and cravat for
grauwulf) It almost looks like progress...
Other than that, about the most I have to report is that I measured my hair and discovered that in fact I have about 3.5 feet of it. In case anyone was wondering. This week *could* have been more productive.
Meanwhile, I have ordered 10 yards of silk, and paid less than half what they were asking for any of the crazy acetate bridal gowns I tried on, and with some luck and attention to detail, I may even end up with something I find far more attractive. We shall see. (oh, plus a matching vest and cravat for
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Other than that, about the most I have to report is that I measured my hair and discovered that in fact I have about 3.5 feet of it. In case anyone was wondering. This week *could* have been more productive.