2008-05-01

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2008-05-01 08:32 am
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(personal/writing) Good morning!

Nothing too witty this morning - I'm still tired from yesterday, but I got a fair chunk done, and remembered the QuickPad this morning, so I can actually write today. It's going to be a fun scene. My two heroines finally meet face to face. Yes, you actually get to meet Shanna in this book.

No real list today - just writing and more writing. I made pirate ships all day yesterday. I have a fleet at my desk. Including a sea monster. But honestly, they're research for another book. Really. :p

Off to check the f-list and then writing. Thank gods I have my iPod with me, and it now has more Irish music on it.
vg_ford: (Default)
2008-05-01 10:31 am
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(writing) Because it's a good thing.

Brenda Novak's 4th Annual Auction for Diabetes is open now. Go, look, bid, support Diabetes Research.

It's a good thing.

edit: It would be an even better thing if I could master basic HTML tags. *sigh* Sorry, guys, fixed.
vg_ford: (Shanna)
2008-05-01 11:51 am
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(writing) I love my characters

And yes, Shanna, you ARE evil. You're just evil on the right side.

This scene is way too much fun. Way, way, way too much fun.
vg_ford: (skull and crossbones)
2008-05-01 05:23 pm
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(personal) Mental note to self:

Check your organizer notes more often. You wouldn't be surprised then by the fact that you have oh, say, money stashed in an online savings account.

*sigh* I so need to get organized this year.
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2008-05-01 10:35 pm
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(seasons) Metrics for 5/1/08

starting count: 52845
ending count: 54062
change: +1217

starting line:
Nikki turned as another rider joined them, her pale horse moving easily up through the Shadow guards to pace beside Cerebus.

ending line:
“Nice bruises,” Shanna said, and Nikki flushed.

darling:
Shanna led her along what might have once been a path but had long since deteriorated into the ghost of a game trail, overspread with tree roots and moss. No dead leaves here; the trees had long since given up their raiment, standing mutely bare, emaciated arms raised to an uncaring sky. A solemn, wistful sadness permeated the scene, and Nikki was unsurprised to see ornate wrought iron gates rising out of the distance.