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Anyway, despite lack of writing zen, I have more-or-less finished Rahmah's romance novel, although with several notes on the list of "must go back and fix this" and going all Jane Austen about the ending. But I mean, it is a romance novel (well, contained within one chapter...) and actually Jane Austen isn't such a bad role model stylistically. Perhaps I'll have to think about that when I go to clean it up. But now there is Argent in Valhalla, and stuff about the norns and the world tree. So, more writing must occur. We'll see how far I get tonight, and if I manage to do anything decent before running off to Holiday Faire tomorrow. And I wish more SCA event fliers would include things like an actual schedule... I mean, I can assume the tournament starts somewhere between eleven and noon-ish. And they'll be doing auths around 10, so one can start signing in by then. But I'd really rather like to know these things. I ask so much, apparently.
And yet, for some reason it makes me very happy that I'm sitting at home writing things (well, with a brief interlude to talk, sort of, to my little brother when he called re: thanksgiving travel plans-- unless of course he gets horribly lost and/or dies on the way here, I shall be dragging him to rock climbing on Wed evening. Since he's the mountain goat in the family, and yet has never done these things before) and not out doing anything exciting like line dancing at Glen Echo, or whatever other exciting things might be going on that I don't even know about. I must be a very boring person after all. :)
---oh, and due to Someone's insidious influence, there's a poem trying to form in the back of my brain. Which is demanding a great deal of time and attention, not to mention blank notebook paper and a pencil. I have not given it any of these things, but there are still a few lines scrawled on the back of one of my extra scraps of outline paper wanting to be though about some more. sigh.---
Anyway, despite lack of writing zen, I have more-or-less finished Rahmah's romance novel, although with several notes on the list of "must go back and fix this" and going all Jane Austen about the ending. But I mean, it is a romance novel (well, contained within one chapter...) and actually Jane Austen isn't such a bad role model stylistically. Perhaps I'll have to think about that when I go to clean it up. But now there is Argent in Valhalla, and stuff about the norns and the world tree. So, more writing must occur. We'll see how far I get tonight, and if I manage to do anything decent before running off to Holiday Faire tomorrow. And I wish more SCA event fliers would include things like an actual schedule... I mean, I can assume the tournament starts somewhere between eleven and noon-ish. And they'll be doing auths around 10, so one can start signing in by then. But I'd really rather like to know these things. I ask so much, apparently.
And yet, for some reason it makes me very happy that I'm sitting at home writing things (well, with a brief interlude to talk, sort of, to my little brother when he called re: thanksgiving travel plans-- unless of course he gets horribly lost and/or dies on the way here, I shall be dragging him to rock climbing on Wed evening. Since he's the mountain goat in the family, and yet has never done these things before) and not out doing anything exciting like line dancing at Glen Echo, or whatever other exciting things might be going on that I don't even know about. I must be a very boring person after all. :)
---oh, and due to Someone's insidious influence, there's a poem trying to form in the back of my brain. Which is demanding a great deal of time and attention, not to mention blank notebook paper and a pencil. I have not given it any of these things, but there are still a few lines scrawled on the back of one of my extra scraps of outline paper wanting to be though about some more. sigh.---