That thing about posting 7 of 77

So, like others, here I am with page 77, lines 7-14.  (It would be line 7 if the piece were shorter) "No cheating" means I have to cut off in the middle of a sentence.

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Pushing open the schoolroom door, Mr. Glazky sighed. "No one is ever good enough," he said.  "We always have to be getting better.  Especially anyone whose position is ambiguous --"
    "I'm not a bastard!"
    "No, you are not.  But you've been disowned anyway, and your very life depends on the goodwill of your foster family.  Do you understand that? Even little Master Sasha, who you condescend to and barely allow to tag along with you, who worships the ground you walk on, will one day have absolute power over you--"
    "Of course he will, he'll be the Duke."
    "Even before that.  Do you know?  He comes into relative majority at fourteen and he can only be overruled by his father."
    Yanek still couldn't find it in his heart to be afraid of an eight-year-old, who was sometimes<<

It's odd that it actually comes up with a crucial little bit.

edit.  Seems that several chapters were set to 10 point which is an annoying thing that Word Perfect does unexpectedly sometimes when saving in .rtf.  When that's fixed, line 7-14 of page 77 is considerably earlier and less revealing and more confusing.

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The Feast of Daodo came and went.  In the country, there was literally a feast on this day, but well after dark, and the people were expected to fast all day beforehand. This year, however, the old castle only kept the first part of the tradition.  There was no feast at night, no special lighting, no congratulatory songs about making it through another year.  Just a big vegetable pie for all of the inhabitants of the house. Yanek hadn't known what to expect, though, since Zhenny had all but banned him from the kitchen.  After the pie was set down on the servants' table and nobody went back for more things, Yanek asked if he should go and get the rest.
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of course there is nothing more. This is when they literally starve for several months.

I wonder, though, when people do this, is it at all interesting to their readers?

I'm not in the most confident mood today.  I wish it hadn't fallen to me to write the obituary and I wish that we had met about it a week earlier and I wish that the notes I got from our little meeting didn't look like I was suppsoed to write a full-length autobiography and weren't full of remarks about how this person or that person ought to be called for more information.  To hell with it: the memorial's only in a week and I have already missed the SUnday papers and I am going to send in something that barely scratches the surface because I do have to work today.

I think later I will write my own obituary and keep it on the computer clearly labelled and my survivors can amend it as they see fit because this is a pain in the ass.

. . . and another thing I found out about my book

In order to find page 77, I had to make a master diocument, right?  so now I know the total wordage of the book, and I'm really discouraged.  It's at 93K and I wanted it to be between 90-120K total and I haven't even gotten to the "midpoint" which I believe ought to be physically at least before two-thirds of the book.  I am almost there, but even so, that would mean the book will have to be at least 150K which is longer than I want.  I wanted a short book!

And my efforts at cutting the early parts were fruitless before.

On the other hand, I do now have a master document, which means when I am procrastinating I can check for consistency in spelling of names, and so on.