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Have I ever told you that listopad (Czech for November) is one of my favorite words in any language? If I ever get another pet I might name it that. I am certainly not having any more children, so I can't inflict the name on a living person.
I had a 2K day yesterday and a 2K day today and chapter 8 is close to done and I've gotten the "supernatural" event well under way, thought the "supernatural" part is still to come. The book is just under 44K at this point, which I would be impressed by except that there are lots of people who have passed 50K already. Not a race, not a race, I tell myself.
And anyway, since I will have 8 chapters and 44K words and I will actually only be at the story point that is chapter 4 of 40 in my original outline . . . I think I have an actual bloat problem on my hands and that at some time I am either going to have to cut a lot of this stuff back here or cut a lot of stuff in the future. Because while I did write a 500K thing once, nobody wanted it. And I want someone to want this. And I'm against books that are that long in general (though they certainly can be fine in specific).
All that research I did in September and October and I still had to look up a bunch of stuff today. What to call a wetland with trees: what trees grow in a wetland in Central Europe: what mushrooms grow on and under those trees (though I still didn't name the mushrooms, but at least I know what they look and smell and taste like), whether I could put an artist's conk there (yes), day length and sunset in August in Central Europe (though the site I found only goes back to 1951, that didn't matter because I only needed approximate times). It turned out I knew all of this, more or less, but it was good to make sure. Yes, it's a fantasy and not in this world, but damned if I'm going to put anything ridiculous there. Though it might be fun to write a ridiculous ecosystem one day, a place where palm trees and crocuses grow in the same garden with prickly pears and bird of paradise plants. Oh wait. I live there already.
On another front, sedentariness is not helping my knees at all.
And I discovered that my non-working printer is actually older than I thought it was -- it didn't work for long, and I have been paralyzed and printer-less for apparently over a year! -- so I just ordered a new (refurbished) printer. Yeah, I know, but it's from the manufacturer, it's a model that was recommended in reviews, and it's half the price, and I haven't had any printer last much more than two years anyway, so why try to throw a lot of money into a thing that's going to have to be replaced? So I got refurbished, which allowed me to get a higher print quality and more desirable features for less. And is less harsh on the environment than buying new. And the ink cartridges come in larger sizes. And while it doesn't have seven colors of ink, it does have four. And good reviews. And I'm tired of not having a printer.
I had a 2K day yesterday and a 2K day today and chapter 8 is close to done and I've gotten the "supernatural" event well under way, thought the "supernatural" part is still to come. The book is just under 44K at this point, which I would be impressed by except that there are lots of people who have passed 50K already. Not a race, not a race, I tell myself.
And anyway, since I will have 8 chapters and 44K words and I will actually only be at the story point that is chapter 4 of 40 in my original outline . . . I think I have an actual bloat problem on my hands and that at some time I am either going to have to cut a lot of this stuff back here or cut a lot of stuff in the future. Because while I did write a 500K thing once, nobody wanted it. And I want someone to want this. And I'm against books that are that long in general (though they certainly can be fine in specific).
All that research I did in September and October and I still had to look up a bunch of stuff today. What to call a wetland with trees: what trees grow in a wetland in Central Europe: what mushrooms grow on and under those trees (though I still didn't name the mushrooms, but at least I know what they look and smell and taste like), whether I could put an artist's conk there (yes), day length and sunset in August in Central Europe (though the site I found only goes back to 1951, that didn't matter because I only needed approximate times). It turned out I knew all of this, more or less, but it was good to make sure. Yes, it's a fantasy and not in this world, but damned if I'm going to put anything ridiculous there. Though it might be fun to write a ridiculous ecosystem one day, a place where palm trees and crocuses grow in the same garden with prickly pears and bird of paradise plants. Oh wait. I live there already.
On another front, sedentariness is not helping my knees at all.
And I discovered that my non-working printer is actually older than I thought it was -- it didn't work for long, and I have been paralyzed and printer-less for apparently over a year! -- so I just ordered a new (refurbished) printer. Yeah, I know, but it's from the manufacturer, it's a model that was recommended in reviews, and it's half the price, and I haven't had any printer last much more than two years anyway, so why try to throw a lot of money into a thing that's going to have to be replaced? So I got refurbished, which allowed me to get a higher print quality and more desirable features for less. And is less harsh on the environment than buying new. And the ink cartridges come in larger sizes. And while it doesn't have seven colors of ink, it does have four. And good reviews. And I'm tired of not having a printer.
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