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After November [Nov. 26th, 2007|10:46 pm]
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What's the best way to start editing the bundle of foetid dingoes' kidneys that is my nano? Yes, I'm ahead of myself here, because I'm only halfway through the story! Is it best to go back to the beginning and do a complete rewrite? Print it out and scribble notes and retype? Mull it over for weeks/months/years until you feel capable of doing it justice?

The trouble is, what I have here is more a very detailed outline than a cohesive novel!
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Chapter Twenty-One is posted [Nov. 26th, 2007|08:51 am]
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[Current Location |South of Everett WA on Amtrak]
[Current Mood |relaxedrelaxed]
[Current Music |Keith Jarret--Dark Shadows]

Well, we are on our last leg of the journey, currently stopped in Everett, WA getting ready for the run into Seattle. I have now 54,651 words, but I'm not changing to my winners icon until I have completed the story. I just finished writing chapter 22 and have one chapter to go.

Chapter 21 contains what I think is the best Once Upon a Time in the entire book. It came completely unbidden. I knew the title of the story was "The Unending Road," but had no idea what the story would be. It is probably the most fairy-talish of all the stories in Stn George & The Dragon. So, enjoy!

Word-o-meter: 54,651 of 50,000. Woo Hoo!
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Yay! [Nov. 19th, 2007|05:19 pm]
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Go me, horribly behind schedule, but I broke 20,000 today!!!
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i'm DONE!!!! [Nov. 19th, 2007|10:30 am]
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I finally learned all the words to the god-and-goddess wedding song, and believe me, they would make a sailor blush.

Ransome and I hit it off that night, and we've been sort of courting ever since. He's 150, a nice age for a WychWorld man; experienced but not decrepit. I moved in with him in his quarters over the stables about a month later, and we get along pretty well. Of course, he will never fill the place in my heart of my darling Roland, but Roland's gone, and life goes on. (And on.) Ransome and I aren't bothering to do a formal wedding or anything of the sort. That's for the aristocracy, and even though I'm a Feri Godmother, I'm as common as dirt. That sort of thing is for the rich folks.

I'm treated very well for a house-servant, mainly due to Winter's friendship. She arranged it so that I get to use the crystal any time I like, as long as the family aren't actually in the Small Drawing Room at the time. Margaret and Cook think I'm a gem, because I can dust the chandeliers and get things down from the very top shelves without having to fetch a ladder, and levitate hot cauldrons from stove to table without spilling a drop. It's always nice to be useful. But one thing I've learned from Winter is to keep my options open. If she goes off to make a fancy début at court in a couple of years, I'm going with her, and taking the crystal too. I want to see a bit of high life. And then there's always the opportunity to visit still other worlds, at least for vacations if not permanently. A change is as good as a rest. They say that here, too.


at 51 or 52k depending on whose measurements you use.

read the whole first draft at http://wiggage.com/kindly.html
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okay, this one's for zurizip [Nov. 18th, 2007|02:17 pm]
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The rhythmic beat from the front of the Schloss became faster, and then ceased in one thunderous roar, accompanied by the triumphant yells and cheers of the men. Winter felt her face flush, and was glad of the darkness as the cheers from outside were echoed by laughter and applause from within the ballroom. Apparently everyone in the Schloss had their minds in Veracity's marital bed. Winter let go of Ivan's hand and walked rapidly to the railing of the balcony, pretending to be observing the moon. For once, she was at a loss for words.

As they leaned on the stone railing, Ivan touched her hair gently and said, "You look beautiful tonight, Winter, I've been meaning to tell you." There was a thickness in his voice. Winter tried to find her own voice but only managed a squeak. Clearing her throat, she finally said "Thank you, Ivan," as demurely as she could. It was strangely pleasant to say his name; dreamily she repeated it, "Ivan..."

He didn't ask her what she wanted to say, only murmured, "Winter..." and cupped her chin in his hand as he gazed at her in that intent way which always made her drop her eyes. But this time she didn't drop her eyes, but looked back into his, blushing. His eyes seemed enormous in the dim light, and he was looking at her with such a, a worshipful gaze, that she could tell what he was feeling. A sensation of dizziness swept over her and she raised her face, finally closing her eyes. His arms were around her and his lips on hers, and it was wonderful, nothing like Ducan, and she responded, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him enthusiastically.

Nothing like Ducan at all.
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(no subject) [Nov. 18th, 2007|09:12 pm]
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This amused me even as I wrote it, so I hope nobody minds if I post it here. This Wikipedia article is worth a very quick look (no need to read more than the first couple of words!) for anyone who isn't from the UK, as otherwise you won't get the joke!

Just as Penelope was starting to feel like too much of a stereotype and wondering if she was going to have to start wearing necklaces round her forehead and calling herself Emerald Ivy Wolfbane, Viveka pulled out something from the bottom of the battered paper bag that made her double-take in confusion.

“What on earth?”
“It's exactly what it looks like.” The object in question was a disturbingly familiar blue rectangle of plastic, and Penelope stared at it intently hoping that it would turn itself into something. It didn't.
“An Oyster card.”
“Yes, indeed.”
“With runes on it.”
“You got it.”
“It's an Oyster card. With runes on it.” Penelope shook her head in disbelief as Viveka packed the things back into the bag for safekeeping until they were needed. “Well, you have to get between the worlds somehow, don't you? What did you think we were using, a free public transport scheme? Piffle! This is an alternative history, not a utopia. We're annoyed about the need for the runes – it looks too showy, really – but for some reason we can never get RFID to work over here."
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just made my 50K [Nov. 18th, 2007|12:25 pm]
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Much loud singing and clanking of beer-mugs and clattering of farm implements ensued until the bride and groom made the obligatory appearance on their bedroom balcony, to the accompaniment of many shouted rural references to the breeding process (to be polite about it). This was all traditional, and everyone, even the highest-ranked nobles, joined in singing a song with many verses, all about the goddess of love and the god of fertility, and how they are doing in the heavens what the married couple will soon be doing in the marriage bed (described with great attention to detail). I didn't know the words, but lalala'ed along happily once I caught the tune. (For such a prudish society, they do know how to get down and get earthy. Well, it's only the nobles who have to be prudish, and that's just designed to keep family contracts where they are supposed to be. The peasants are happily lewd, as befits a pagan society. I could really grow to like it here.)

Finally the couple went back into their bedroom and closed the curtains. The lights went out, to great outcry from the crowd, who set up a rhythmic banging on pots and pans which would continue all night and which was supposed to encourage the newlyweds in their efforts, and would certainly ensure that nobody on that side of the Schloss would get any sleep that night. I guess nobody ever goes on the WychWorld equivalent of a honeymoon in Hawaii, which certainly is a help in terms of wedding expenses; but I wondered whether the couple would come down to breakfast the next morning, or would simply hole up in their bedroom for a few days and let the servants provide room service.

wc= microsoft word ses 50,509; nano robot sez 50,450. meh. i am made of teh Win either way.
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excerpt [Nov. 18th, 2007|08:19 am]
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The entire room was filed with noise and laughter, with couples toasting and kissing each other, as Veracity, Jean-Luc, Winter, Conly, and the Judge retraced their steps down the aisle and into the hall to form the reception line.

I shut my eyes in momentary fear that I might see my most horrible imaginings come true: Ducan and his brides-to-be rolling around on the floor in the throes of potion-induced passion, with the servants eventually being forced to throw a bucket of water on the three of them to get them separated, giving the witnesses a story on which they would be able to dine out for years.

Nope. Not gonna happen. No way. If this was a dream, it was my dream, and I wasn't going to have a trio of randy teenagers spoiling Veracity's wedding.

When I dared to look, the three of them were still glued to their seats, gazing at each other. Well, better than on the floor. But the servants needed to clear the room of chairs and wedding props so there could be dancing after the feast, so I approached them. Ducan had an arm around each of his brides, who were nestling toward him. And all three had somewhat glazed looks on their faces, so I took this as a good sign. "Come on, kids," I said in a quite un-servantlike manner. "Time to do the reception line thing."

"Mmmm," sighed Margalo, with a silly smile.

"Mmmm," agreed Myrrhine, looking at Ducan with devotion.

"Mmmm," rejoined Ducan in the most pleasant voice I had yet heard from him, and flashed his white teeth at each of the girls in turn, eliciting more heartfelt sighs.

Nov. 18 total wc=49,016
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(no subject) [Nov. 17th, 2007|05:36 pm]
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Because I really enjoyed this part...

She’d managed to get through about fifteen letters found in or related to Siana’s speech before the girl was interrupted by a polite, but fast knock on the door.

Siana paused, glancing at Zyke in confusion. “Ha!” she finally joked, “Don’t worry Zyke, it must be one of my suitors.”

Zyke snorted, rolling her eyes and waving to indicate that if she was so sure it was for her, she could get up and get it.

Siana stuck out her tongue, rolling over and saying in a high and fluttering tone, “Coming, darling!” as she opened the door with a flourish.

Both girls paled as it became apparent that it was Le’ahm, the prince of Ganoir behind the door. Siana actually stuttered, backing away as Le’ahm struggled to keep a straight face, asking, “I’m sorry, is Zyke there?”

Siana looked over her shoulder at Zyke, who was up in a flash and beside her friend, suddenly cursing herself passionately for never telling Siana where’d she’d gone. Sure enough, it was still the prince, grinning, with Quantros behind him, looking a bit mixed up as to whether he was smiling or looking worried.

“Wh…” Siana began, but didn’t get a chance before Zyke was pointing frantically at him and then the floor of the room.

Le’ahm shrugged, “Why am I here?” he asked, and Zyke nodded once as Siana gaped at the immediate understanding the prince had managed. “Well, father and I were talking and I asked if I could be the one to offer you what we came up with in person, rather than some silly note.” He smiled kindly, “Though by now you might actually be able to read it!”

Zyke almost shrugged, but Siana’s voice interrupted, “Zyke, what is going on!? Why is the prince here?! Why do you know him!?”

Word Count: 27,570
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update & excerpt [Nov. 17th, 2007|10:45 am]
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"Oh, Susan, that would be perfect!" Winter cried enthusiastically. "If you could dose some wine with the potion, and somehow get Ducan and Margalo to drink it together, they would fall in love. But I don't know what to do about Myrrhine. She is a horrid girl, but I would not wish even her to be an unwanted wife. Is there any way that you can contrive to have all three of them drink it together? That seems to be the only way to assure any happiness for that trio-- not that Ducan deserves it, because he is just as horrid as Myrrhine-- but I am mainly thinking of Margalo's happiness. And of not having any more upsets to spoil poor Veracity's wedding."

Susan was silent for a while, and then said, "I'll do my very best. I don't think I can manage it tonight, but I might be able to sometime tomorrow. Is there any time when everyone drinks a toast to the newlyweds, or anything like that?"

Winter smiled. "Oh, yes, after they take their vows, the Loving Cup is passed and everyone drinks from it. Actually, not from the very same cup, since there are so many people present that passing a single cup would take forever, but the servants go around and give cups of wine to everyone-- and betrothed couples, or triples in this case, drink from the same cup. I would not be able to dose Ducan's cup, but if you were one of the servants, you could quite easily, and from a distance as well, which would be just what we need."

She handed Susan a vial of blue potion. "Here is the new batch of Love potion. A few drops in the cup should do it. Thank you so much, Susan-- your arrival could not have happened at a better time."

Nov. 17 total wc=43,805
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