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rthstewart) wrote2012-05-17 02:59 pm
rthstewart) wrote2012-05-17 02:59 pm
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Do over please
This whole week has been an exercise in frustration. I spent hours of work in the yard last week only to find that I still have mildew on my monarda (bee balm) in the butterfly garden. Over the last day, I've spent hours researching what was a wonderful, brilliant and awesome idea at work that has now completely crashed and burned. Sigh. So frustrating.
Fic has not been rewarding as I slowly, ever so slowly, work on the next chapter of H&M (current word count 9,100). It tells you something about my lack of enthusiasm and my degree of burn out that I've been working out on the treadmill rather than trying to write. I wrote an additional 6,000 words that I ended up deleting or removing for possible later use elsewhere. I have an additional 22,000 words of stuff for this part of the story in various states of good, bad, and ugly. I feel badly that it's been so long since an update from me so maybe this weekend? I hope? So here, have a sneak peek:
Edmund is dangling Shinys in front of the Crow.
“The Dwarfs made a desk and chair for you. Your desk has more drawers than my library desk and your chair is very comfortable,” Edmund said feelingly. “And your new strong box is larger than mine and it has shelves.”
“You sat in my chair?”
“I did! It’s a very nice chair.”
“And my strong box, did you compare the volume or just the outer dimensions?”
“Yours exceeded mine on all parameters. As King I’m well within my rights to confiscate office, chair, strong box, and desk for myself. But Mrs. Furner wouldn’t let me.”
“Poor King,” Morgan murmured sadly. “Such injustice. And tell me again. Has an Otter ever taken an orange over a mountain pass for you?”
“Does throwing dead fish bits at my head count?”
She laughed. “These are all excellent incentives for returning to Narnia, sir. I’m still holding out for more.”
Edit: Goodness I'm cranky. So, something happy. Our bullfrogs are back in the pond and croaking up a storm and so far have not been eaten by passing herons. The cardinals, goldfinches, black-capped chickadees, woodpeckers and nuthatches are mobbing our feeders and managing to hold their own against the marauding crows and starlings. I've planted a new red salvia and I'm waiting for the red hibiscus in my butterfly garden because then we will get the hummingbirds (and no, I've never heard them swear).
Fic has not been rewarding as I slowly, ever so slowly, work on the next chapter of H&M (current word count 9,100). It tells you something about my lack of enthusiasm and my degree of burn out that I've been working out on the treadmill rather than trying to write. I wrote an additional 6,000 words that I ended up deleting or removing for possible later use elsewhere. I have an additional 22,000 words of stuff for this part of the story in various states of good, bad, and ugly. I feel badly that it's been so long since an update from me so maybe this weekend? I hope? So here, have a sneak peek:
Edmund is dangling Shinys in front of the Crow.
“The Dwarfs made a desk and chair for you. Your desk has more drawers than my library desk and your chair is very comfortable,” Edmund said feelingly. “And your new strong box is larger than mine and it has shelves.”
“You sat in my chair?”
“I did! It’s a very nice chair.”
“And my strong box, did you compare the volume or just the outer dimensions?”
“Yours exceeded mine on all parameters. As King I’m well within my rights to confiscate office, chair, strong box, and desk for myself. But Mrs. Furner wouldn’t let me.”
“Poor King,” Morgan murmured sadly. “Such injustice. And tell me again. Has an Otter ever taken an orange over a mountain pass for you?”
“Does throwing dead fish bits at my head count?”
She laughed. “These are all excellent incentives for returning to Narnia, sir. I’m still holding out for more.”
Edit: Goodness I'm cranky. So, something happy. Our bullfrogs are back in the pond and croaking up a storm and so far have not been eaten by passing herons. The cardinals, goldfinches, black-capped chickadees, woodpeckers and nuthatches are mobbing our feeders and managing to hold their own against the marauding crows and starlings. I've planted a new red salvia and I'm waiting for the red hibiscus in my butterfly garden because then we will get the hummingbirds (and no, I've never heard them swear).
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-18 07:58 am (UTC)(link)A few points:
The snippets all look enticing, but I agree with the other readers who have posted; give yourself time, art cannot be rushed, etc. It will come to you, but you are still making decisions, and that is a process and it is a good process, honed by time and perspective. If the treadmill, or even Excursions into Romanian myth/history are where you need to go first, well, that's what you should do...
Second, I don't garden, so I'm hugely impressed by women who do... I'm really sorry about your exhausting & frustrating week, but I'm dazzled by the prospect of your ability to savor the scent of blooms you planted yourself!
Clio1792
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