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Friday, July 09, 2004

Better novel progress = More tedious word count boasts

Started writing at 11 pm last night, and ninety minutes and just over one thousand words later, Chapter 10 was done and done. I started work on that monster in early May, and it seemed like I was never going to finish it. But this week the momentum is well and truly back and I have at least a reasonable idea of what’s coming up in the next chapter (which will not be the last, but may be the penultimate), so I expect that it will not be quite so agonising to complete as this one was.

It’s not posted up on the Writing page yet, though. After a long and bitter struggle with my word processor’s insistence on American spelling, I decided I was much too tired to attempt to deal with Dreamweaver as well. Look for it there first thing this evening, if you’re interested.

Work

The transition to the new project management structure is looking increasingly to be driven by the black forces of arrogance and delusion rather than angels of planning and communication. I will say no more, beyond observing that my previous preference – to stay with the project and insinuate myself indispensably into the new team – is looking less and less like a better option than becoming an auditor.

Netballed

Well, after the heroic triumph of being slightly less incompetent at soccer than our opposition, “Next Week for Sure” got a big old serving from the loser spoon last night with our inaugural netball game. Facing off against a team with a couple of club players and a year’s multisports experience, we were well and truly outclassed in all but the final quarter (when they had one guy sent off for being a smartarse to the referee). Final score: 20 to 6. And that was considerably less of a shellacking than I was expecting after the first quarter (six-to-zip).

Happily, this week I actually contributed to the scoreline, sinking one goal from…um, about six attempts. Next project: to learn how to be play the Centre position, which looks like it might suit my ‘style’ (or at least, the style I expect to have once I have internalised some of the rules).

Next week is volleyball, where I am on much firmer ground but where everyone else claims to suck. That stands to make victory a little uncertain…

Amnesty donations = new Who!

Kate Orman, Doctor Who writing diva extraordinaire, is offering to write somewhat-personalised Who in exchange for donations to Amnesty International. I only mention it because I think it’s a fine idea, and because I am considering what would be the most evil Doctor/companion combination I could suggest when I make my donation (at this point I’m thinking Fifth + Tegan + Adric + Nyssa…).

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	Friday, July 09, 2004 Better novel progress = More tedious word count boasts Started writing at 11 pm last night, and ninety minutes and just over one thousand words later, Chapter 10 was done and done. I started work on that monster in early May, and it seemed like I was never going to finish it. But this week the momentum is well and truly back and I have at least a reasonable idea of what’s coming up in the next chapter (which will not be the last, but may be the penultimate), so I expect that it will not be quite so agonising to complete as this one was. It’s not posted up on the Writing page yet, though. After a long and bitter struggle with my word processor’s insistence on American spelling, I decided I was much too tired to attempt to deal with Dreamweaver as well. Look for it there first thing this evening, if you’re interested. Work The transition to the new project management structure is looking increasingly to be driven by the black forces of arrogance and delusion rather than angels of planning and communication. I will say no more, beyond observing that my previous preference – to stay with the project and insinuate myself indispensably into the new team – is looking less and less like a better option than becoming an auditor. Netballed Well, after the heroic triumph of being slightly less incompetent at soccer than our opposition, “Next Week for Sure” got a big old serving from the loser spoon last night with our inaugural netball game. Facing off against a team with a couple of club players and a year’s multisports experience, we were well and truly outclassed in all but the final quarter (when they had one guy sent off for being a smartarse to the referee). Final score: 20 to 6. And that was considerably less of a shellacking than I was expecting after the first quarter (six-to-zip). Happily, this week I actually contributed to the scoreline, sinking one goal from…um, about six attempts. Next project: to learn how to be play the Centre position, which looks like it might suit my ‘style’ (or at least, the style I expect to have once I have internalised some of the rules). Next week is volleyball, where I am on much firmer ground but where everyone else claims to suck. That stands to make victory a little uncertain… Amnesty donations = new Who! Kate Orman, Doctor Who writing diva extraordinaire, is offering to write somewhat-personalised Who in exchange for donations to Amnesty International. I only mention it because I think it’s a fine idea, and because I am considering what would be the most evil Doctor/companion combination I could suggest when I make my donation (at this point I’m thinking Fifth + Tegan + Adric + Nyssa…). 0 smartarse remarks Post a Comment 0 Comments:

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