What I'm (not) Reading Now: 12 November 19

I haven't read anything this week.

I've done some novelling, though, and Roland has found his sister, won the battle, freed his siblings... and now I have to figure out how to get them home. (it didn't take 18K to find the party, find his sister, and win her freedom from the King of the Elves, as I predicted, but it did at least take about 10K, which is better than I expected.) As I said, four people and one motorcycle don't really make for a practical travel combination. Also, I suspect they're going to get attacked by... stuff... en route, but I don't know what. Snakes, I suspect - they've become a theme - but ... hmm. Could work. It will require some re-writing at certain points earlier in the story. Also... are there snakes in Detroit, or am I going to have to get fantastical?


Akron: 12 November 14

It's been a while, I know. I've been a little occupied.

I'm trying to do National Novel Writing Month again, in spite of working full time, and that does tend to eat a few hours here and there. It also doesn't help that sometimes I'd rather do "research" (ie futz around on the internet) than actually write. And, while I'm piling on the excuses, I was sick for a few days last week.

I can't believe it's mid-November. It still looks and feels like early/mid fall to me. There are still a lot of trees with leaves (I can actually see a green-leafed tree from where I sit) in a variety of colors, and it mostly stays above freezing. As for snow, we've had rain. (We got brushed by Super Storm Sandy, as I think I've mentioned elsewhen, but in addition to that, it's probably rained six or seven inches since the beginning of October. It's weird). Oddly enough, even with the higher local humidity, I'm noticing some bits of dry skin. Perhaps my skin doesn't appreciate the local water.

We're in a flurry of transition here, as one of the people I work with quite closely is retiring, and is training her replacement. Her replacement is a lovely and vivacious lady who is going to make sure the volunteers here have a social life (somewhat to John's unspoken regret). Anyway, we're trying to fit in a unit meeting, a birthday celebration, and a farewell lunch around trying to make sure that all the knowledge that needs to be passed on has indeed been imparted (or at least written down somewhere semi-obvious). This is happening more in the back office, though, and for the most part, up at the front desk where I am, it's quiet. Enough so that often I'm done my day's tasks (aside from answering the phone and starting the next day's newsletter) by 9:30 a.m. Of course, this means I have plenty of time for getting acquainted with the contents of the files (both paper and electronic) associated with my position. I've spent quite a few hours culling and re-organizing. (I also have time -with explicit permission from my supervisor, mind you!- to write this blog post at my desk while I'm waiting for the phone to ring.)

I suppose I could try writing for NaNo at the desk as well, but I'm a little concerned that both my phone-answering and my writing would suffer from concentration interruptus. I might try it tomorrow if it's as under-scheduled as today. Anyway, I should enjoy it while I can, as I understand that come January, things will pick up and I'll have trouble getting my regular duties done at all in between phone calls. We'll see, though, won't we?

I was pleased to note today that I've got the script down for most standard occasions ("just a minute while I put you through to his/her desk" as an example), and I know how to find a lot of the information I need. Just when I get confident, though, someone throws me a curve and wants information on how to ship bicycles to Zambia, or something similar. Ah well. It keeps me on my toes.
And now, if you'll excuse me, I have a newsletter to start.

(note: composed at 3:30 pm; posted at 9:30 pm)

PS: I drove to and from choir by myself in the dark. I did go on a bit of a GPS adventure due to a wrong turn very early on, but I was at choir just in time.

What I'm (not) Reading Now: 12 November 12


I did actually get to do some reading recently. Not books as such - an ebook again, and some short stories of various lengths. I tracked down works by two authors that I'd first been exposed to in a collection of great mystery short stories. The two are Jacques Futrelle, who wrote The Thinking Machine short stories. The Thinking Machine is a scientist of German extraction, fifty years old and given to reminding people that two and two always make four (usually followed by implying or outright stating that everything else is as logically predictable). They're interesting reading, so check them out here.

I don't remember the story featuring Phillip Trent by E. C. Bentley that was in that book (the title of which escapes me. It's on my shelves at home, but that doesn't help), but I read Trent's last case on Project Gutenberg. It was perhaps a foolish choice, it being his last case and all, and me preferring to start at the beginning. I have no idea why I did that. However, it was a nice mystery, with a couple of interesting twists, and the writing was clean without feeling old-fashioned. When I have time again, I'll read more.

In the meantime, I'm madly novelling, and I hit the half-way point today. Sadly, Roland is on his way to the final climactic battle with the King of the Elves for the freedom of his sister, and I don't think it's going to take him five thousand words to find the rave/nightclub/traveling party/portal between worlds, another five to find his sister within said rave etc etc, eight to battle the King of the Elves, and then seven to travel home again. Although how Roland, Ellen, Jamie, and Michael are all going to get home when they only have one motorcycle between the four of them is something I haven't given adequate thought to.

Also, I can't seem to spell thought correctly on the first try.

What I'm (not) Reading Now: 12 November 05

Well, I'm rather pleased with how the novelling is going. I'm two and a half days ahead in word count, and things are starting to happen with the plot and characters that I didn't expect - I always consider that a good sign. The three brothers are developing distinct characters, and Gwen (the mother) has a bit of a history that wil tie in nicely to the mythic undercurrent in the story. (If I tell you that her second husband's name was Lance, does that set off any associations for you?)

I know the writing doldrums are ahead, but for now, I'm enjoying the ride.

(And no, not reading anything at the moment.)