It has been a good day, in unexpected ways.
I got back the images from a roll of photos taken on my Sunday photo walks, and there were three shots on it that I would qualify as "best quality," along with any number of "what's that doing there???" photographs. Here is one of the good ones:
( Golden Gate )
Writing on Vicesteed went really well. I finished up the last leading-up-to scene with a nice fuck-you-for-screwing-me-over scene for one of my female characters and a good "revelation of who the villain is based on a clue seen midway through the story" for my investigator. I also got to write him from her POV, which was fun, because up till now all my POV characters haven't overlapped. Now all I have left is the climax, which will have death, revelations, a gonzo fight scene, and proficiency checks all around. I'm a little uneasy about writing it, because I'll have to be switching POVs like mad within this chapter. I really, really hope it doesn't suck (I've seen some books where the POV melding is just--painful). The climactic scene is what I'll be working on tomorrow. Then it's just tidying up loose ends, closure, and sending everybody off to their own little not-unhappy ending.
Writing Log
Words today: 3,191
Total words: 198,826
Overused word: spring
Gratuitous word: treacle
Type of scene: Um. Right. Read the paragraph above.
Challenge(s): Getting the pacing right.
Which scene is it anyways?( cut for length )
Notes: I'm all excited to begin writing again tomorrow.
Tae Soo Do went pretty well, too. We did line drills, which is good--I miss 'em if we don't do them for a while, which is a little bit disturbing, honestly. Whatever muscle it is that I strained in my side flared up again, though, doing side-to-side sit-ups and jump spin kicks. Grr. Bad human suit. Then we did some restricted sparring. Usually I hate restricted sparring, but this time he switched it up between bouts and both of use were restricted to only being able to score with certain moves--but still being able to use others. I won three out of four matches, so that made me happy. Two of the ones I won were against the other brown belts, and I didn't really have any anticipation of winning the fourth match (I swear,
yanni85, one of these days....).
And then I found twenty-nine dollars.
No, really. Just as I was walking home and thinking that I should have waited in the bus stop to take a bus for the short leg of the trip, because then I'd have conserved valuable body heat, never mind that it's only a ten-minute walk.
Also, note to self: conditioner may work better as a shower-gel than shaving cream does, but really, how hard is it to grab the right bottle???
I got back the images from a roll of photos taken on my Sunday photo walks, and there were three shots on it that I would qualify as "best quality," along with any number of "what's that doing there???" photographs. Here is one of the good ones:
( Golden Gate )
Writing on Vicesteed went really well. I finished up the last leading-up-to scene with a nice fuck-you-for-screwing-me-over scene for one of my female characters and a good "revelation of who the villain is based on a clue seen midway through the story" for my investigator. I also got to write him from her POV, which was fun, because up till now all my POV characters haven't overlapped. Now all I have left is the climax, which will have death, revelations, a gonzo fight scene, and proficiency checks all around. I'm a little uneasy about writing it, because I'll have to be switching POVs like mad within this chapter. I really, really hope it doesn't suck (I've seen some books where the POV melding is just--painful). The climactic scene is what I'll be working on tomorrow. Then it's just tidying up loose ends, closure, and sending everybody off to their own little not-unhappy ending.
Writing Log
Words today: 3,191
Total words: 198,826
Overused word: spring
Gratuitous word: treacle
Type of scene: Um. Right. Read the paragraph above.
Challenge(s): Getting the pacing right.
Which scene is it anyways?( cut for length )
Notes: I'm all excited to begin writing again tomorrow.
Tae Soo Do went pretty well, too. We did line drills, which is good--I miss 'em if we don't do them for a while, which is a little bit disturbing, honestly. Whatever muscle it is that I strained in my side flared up again, though, doing side-to-side sit-ups and jump spin kicks. Grr. Bad human suit. Then we did some restricted sparring. Usually I hate restricted sparring, but this time he switched it up between bouts and both of use were restricted to only being able to score with certain moves--but still being able to use others. I won three out of four matches, so that made me happy. Two of the ones I won were against the other brown belts, and I didn't really have any anticipation of winning the fourth match (I swear,
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And then I found twenty-nine dollars.
No, really. Just as I was walking home and thinking that I should have waited in the bus stop to take a bus for the short leg of the trip, because then I'd have conserved valuable body heat, never mind that it's only a ten-minute walk.
Also, note to self: conditioner may work better as a shower-gel than shaving cream does, but really, how hard is it to grab the right bottle???