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thanate22 more words to a whole 3k for today. and I'm hoping for at least another 500 before I check out for the night. yipee!
And the chapter length is still growing. There were several notes left for things that need to be added to chapter 11 (I'm leaving such a mess, some places here, it's depressing...) which will at least bring it up to the original insanely long 4.8k (from the current 4.6) and chapter 12 (Argent in Valhalla) has grown from 3.2 to 3.4k, and I didn't even get to the bit with the Norns that took up at least a third of the original chapter. It's been postponed to start off the chapter about Hell with (well, norns/hel/hell, now), so we'll see how well that works out. I'm much happier with the character of C Musius Martius (although I will have to go back and change all the instances of his name as "Mousus" which sounds better in english, but according to my notes is not correct for the latin. Though why I'm trusting myself for even name-translations is probably a question that should be asked... I'll see if I can get someone less non-english challenged to check these things for me in the editing process) than previous-- despite starting off sitting around like a lump in Valhalla whining about how disgusting the mead is and not bothering to learn to talk to anyone, he recovers nicely and goes off to be heroic once Argent drags him out of there. And I think Ratatosk is probably rather better as well, although my brief mad inspiration to model his voice after Foamy (psychotic squirrels of the world unite? er, maybe?) sort of got discarded in practice. Too much of the voice was either in the presentation of it, or too anachronistic to 10th century norselands to work out in my head.
Anyway, we go back to Scheherazade in her brief appearance as the goddess who climbs & falls, with continuations including Baron Munchausen or canabalistic rats, guest appearances from Death of Rats, the pied piper, the twelve dancing princesses and attendant goblins, and Dane (Barrett's now-deceased collie), and various other excitement leading to taking ship for India as it never quite was. Which is a lot to pack into a chapter of formerly 2.4k, but we'll see what can be done. Whee...
In other news, I spent the afternoon at Holiday Faire, didn't fence (er, much... there was a brief interlude of slow-work which I was kindly allowed to join in even without armor, and now I need to play with single dagger at some point where I don't have to worry about not moving quickly...), looked at all the shoppings, restrained myself from getting more yarn or more fabric, and did find a set of size 0 wooden DPNs. Yay! My previous search for period (or indeed, any) sock-sized knitting needles had bottomed out at size 2, which are probably more or less ok, but I want to be able to do fine-guage socks. Ooh, aah. Now I either need to work out a toe-up sock pattern, or get over my qualms and break into the sock yarn that used to belong to Barrett's great aunt, and is still (in huge quantities) in the original woolworth's bag, with receipt...
Right then, enough babbling, back to the novel.
And the chapter length is still growing. There were several notes left for things that need to be added to chapter 11 (I'm leaving such a mess, some places here, it's depressing...) which will at least bring it up to the original insanely long 4.8k (from the current 4.6) and chapter 12 (Argent in Valhalla) has grown from 3.2 to 3.4k, and I didn't even get to the bit with the Norns that took up at least a third of the original chapter. It's been postponed to start off the chapter about Hell with (well, norns/hel/hell, now), so we'll see how well that works out. I'm much happier with the character of C Musius Martius (although I will have to go back and change all the instances of his name as "Mousus" which sounds better in english, but according to my notes is not correct for the latin. Though why I'm trusting myself for even name-translations is probably a question that should be asked... I'll see if I can get someone less non-english challenged to check these things for me in the editing process) than previous-- despite starting off sitting around like a lump in Valhalla whining about how disgusting the mead is and not bothering to learn to talk to anyone, he recovers nicely and goes off to be heroic once Argent drags him out of there. And I think Ratatosk is probably rather better as well, although my brief mad inspiration to model his voice after Foamy (psychotic squirrels of the world unite? er, maybe?) sort of got discarded in practice. Too much of the voice was either in the presentation of it, or too anachronistic to 10th century norselands to work out in my head.
Anyway, we go back to Scheherazade in her brief appearance as the goddess who climbs & falls, with continuations including Baron Munchausen or canabalistic rats, guest appearances from Death of Rats, the pied piper, the twelve dancing princesses and attendant goblins, and Dane (Barrett's now-deceased collie), and various other excitement leading to taking ship for India as it never quite was. Which is a lot to pack into a chapter of formerly 2.4k, but we'll see what can be done. Whee...
In other news, I spent the afternoon at Holiday Faire, didn't fence (er, much... there was a brief interlude of slow-work which I was kindly allowed to join in even without armor, and now I need to play with single dagger at some point where I don't have to worry about not moving quickly...), looked at all the shoppings, restrained myself from getting more yarn or more fabric, and did find a set of size 0 wooden DPNs. Yay! My previous search for period (or indeed, any) sock-sized knitting needles had bottomed out at size 2, which are probably more or less ok, but I want to be able to do fine-guage socks. Ooh, aah. Now I either need to work out a toe-up sock pattern, or get over my qualms and break into the sock yarn that used to belong to Barrett's great aunt, and is still (in huge quantities) in the original woolworth's bag, with receipt...
Right then, enough babbling, back to the novel.