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rthstewart) wrote2011-10-26 01:54 pm
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I am in progress
Hello out there! A few things! First, sign ups for the Narnia Big Bang are underway! Only 10,000 words! or 20,000 words! And Artists! yes, please the Big Bang needs those who are good with art in whatever format -- fanmix, icons, drawing, digital, etc. etc. So, go! Sign up! Narnia Big Bang.
On the subject of writing, I am, having peppered
l_a_r_m regarding what Richard Russell looks like post hospital stay. (Really, I have no idea). Clio has been helping with Jill. I am, oddly, writing the events immediately post-Silver Chair for the third time -- once in a draft that didn't survive the decision to abandon the initial outline and write TQSiT, a second time for Under Cover, and now this time. I'm over 10,000 words in and it's going pretty well. My latest issue has been what I could lop off and do for the Narnia Big Bang -- which I really want to do. It's all overwhelming and daunting, and I'm feeling the failure acutely. I also recently saw a tattoo on a woman that said, "You're doing it wrong" and have considered that very appropriate given some of the latest. Why do people always add the "but"?
In really, really exciting news, that I just saw via Twitter, the Royal Society has just made all its articles available online for free that are over 70 years old, going back to 1665, including Benjamin Franklin's kite experiment, Isaac Newton's first paper and Thomas Huxley's paper Remarks upon Archaopteryx lithographica which I cited in TSG.
“So you think this is it?” Eustace asked, squeezing out between ballroom wall and plaster block.
“I do,” Mary said smugly. “Ganesha be praised and thank you for climbing back there to read off the label.”
Eustace shoved plaster-coated hair back from his forehead. “What are you looking for?”
“A particular set of fossils from one of the Gobi expeditions,” Mary replied, running her hands lovingly over the plaster block. “I wasn’t sure if we even had it, and if we did, I was worried it would be in the cellar, the carriage house or the barn and we’d have to drag tonnes of rock, bone, and plaster across the grounds and floors and into the house.”
Eustace grimaced. “Hard work, that.”
“Which you have now saved me, Mr. Patel, and a score of Oxfordshire natives from undertaking.” Mary brushed dust from Eustace’s sleeve. It felt strangely motherly and looked like it startled him as much as her. Won’t do that again. “Now that you have found it for me, I’ll saw off the plaster and burlap that are covering the fossils that were dug up and preserved in the block.”
“And after that?”
“I’ll just remove the rock that’s around the fossilized bone. Granted, saying ‘I’ll just remove the rock from around the fossilized bone’ is like saying ‘I’ll just build the Pyramid of Giza with a teaspoon.’ Especially with everything else, it will take a long time.”
On the subject of writing, I am, having peppered
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In really, really exciting news, that I just saw via Twitter, the Royal Society has just made all its articles available online for free that are over 70 years old, going back to 1665, including Benjamin Franklin's kite experiment, Isaac Newton's first paper and Thomas Huxley's paper Remarks upon Archaopteryx lithographica which I cited in TSG.
“So you think this is it?” Eustace asked, squeezing out between ballroom wall and plaster block.
“I do,” Mary said smugly. “Ganesha be praised and thank you for climbing back there to read off the label.”
Eustace shoved plaster-coated hair back from his forehead. “What are you looking for?”
“A particular set of fossils from one of the Gobi expeditions,” Mary replied, running her hands lovingly over the plaster block. “I wasn’t sure if we even had it, and if we did, I was worried it would be in the cellar, the carriage house or the barn and we’d have to drag tonnes of rock, bone, and plaster across the grounds and floors and into the house.”
Eustace grimaced. “Hard work, that.”
“Which you have now saved me, Mr. Patel, and a score of Oxfordshire natives from undertaking.” Mary brushed dust from Eustace’s sleeve. It felt strangely motherly and looked like it startled him as much as her. Won’t do that again. “Now that you have found it for me, I’ll saw off the plaster and burlap that are covering the fossils that were dug up and preserved in the block.”
“And after that?”
“I’ll just remove the rock that’s around the fossilized bone. Granted, saying ‘I’ll just remove the rock from around the fossilized bone’ is like saying ‘I’ll just build the Pyramid of Giza with a teaspoon.’ Especially with everything else, it will take a long time.”