|log (2002/11/01 to 2002/11/07)|
Thursday, November 7, 2002
So here are Nartabee Silgilesh, the small slick one from the town near the tail, and Torcel Vellome, the granch from somewhere forward, sitting in a close warm room in a tiny house, or large covered niche, out in the open skin near the tail. Torcel's wound has been more neatly bound with medicinal exudate, and the two have shared their bag of food with the three others in the room. Tired, they lean back to rest, bits of the black sky and the bright stars visible through tears in the fabric above them.
End of day seven: 14,350
One of the fascinating things about the WriMo is how much you (I) learn about yourself (myself). What does it mean, exactly, that every time I reach a scene that requires more or less detailed plotting and character interaction, I have it take place offstage, and just show the aftermath, with the characters sitting around thinking about what just happened?
Is there water out here in the wild, she wonders? How common is food? The patch she has just feasted on is small; it will give her one more meal, or perhaps two, but it will have to rest and ripen for a long time after that. Will she find a mirror out here, grown naturally in the various untrained skin? She smiles at the thought.
End of day five: 10,339
Oh, we're doing so well!
End of day four: 8,320
So I resolved that I would not stay up too amazingly late last night, and I was doing a pretty good job; after getting to my wordcount goal I only fiddled around randomly on the Web for about an hour (if someone hadn't come by and erased all of metababy I would have been even better; as it was I couldn't resist putting back about fifty of my favorite pages and chatting a little about what might have happened).
Just before I got into bed I noticed that all the lights still on in the house were flickering oddly. I looked around, and looked out the windows, and went into the basement to check the fusebox and stuff, and everything was normal except for the lights flickering oddly.
Then some not too large time after I got into bed the microwave made the strange strangled bleeping sound that it makes when the power goes off, and I was awake, and it was very very dark. I stumbled around to find a flashlight without waking up M, and eventually found a couple and walked around the house making sure everything was okay and looking out the windows to make sure it wasn't just our house.
Eventually I went back to bed, but I didn't sleep terribly well, expecting some child to wake up at any moment and be scared that there was no light, and need me to take a flashlight to them. But that didn't happen.
(Everyone should, of course, have a flashlight under the bed in easy reach for events like this; but events like this are so rare that those flashlights never stay there.)
So today I'm incredibly sleepy, and I don't know how I'm going to get another two thousand words written. Maybe being sleepy will help. Being actually asleep over the computer keyboard probably wouldn't, though. (I actually skipped a meeting this afternoon, because I knew that if I went I'd actually fall asleep during it, and that would be embarassing. Actually.)
Voting this morning, it was nice to see three or four candidates for governor in favor of marijuana legalization in one form or another. The main third-party candidate actually sent me a flyer urging me to vote for him because he's in favor of medical marijuana, and of course the Libertarian and Marijuana Reform parties are in favor of recreational marijuana, and I found out after I voted that the Green candidate is also. Even among the Republicrats "Rockefeller Drug Laws" have become something that one promises to reform, which is a Good Thing.
The little boy rented SSX Tricky from the video store over the weekend, and he and the little daughter have been playing it constantly. It's a pretty neat game; extreme snowboarding in defiance of all physical laws, with both male and females characters to play (the starting female character is cool and confident and strong and all that good stuff; unfortunately she also has breasts the size of watermelons).
We were wondering what fancy snowboarding in real life looks like. Unfortunately it turns out to be run by an ancient secret society bent on world domination, but then what isn't these days?
Gotten lots of spam advertising Norton anti-virus and System Works lately? Apparently Symantec wants to know about it, presumably so they can beat up on the spammers. Which is a good thing.
Real manga comes to the U.S.! I recently noticed and immediately subscribed to the English version of Shonen Jump, an incredibly popular weekly Japanese Manga. The U.S. version will be only monthly, I think it says, and therefore have not as much material. Still, it should be fun.
Good lord, I'm sleepy.
Later, Ot learns that Na rests in upper rooms, under the stars. "Is that where you get your songs?" she asks. Na only smiles. In time, Ot learns Na's silences and her smiles, and that she is not only a writer of songs but a trainer of skin, an artisan who can make burls and mirrors.
So I didn't intend to write a nonhuman-alien lesbian love story. I just realized sometime on the first day that since every individual can have a child, they must all be female. Fortunately the people of the Lizard don't seem to actually have sex, so I don't have to worry about the whole "porn vs. erotica" thing. Much.
I'll see if I can get the plot back on track today or tomorrow.
A reader writes:
So, uh, why did you name your character "sodium"?
Hey, you try to come up with half a dozen one-syllable names without any namespace collisions! It'll be a relief when we get out onto the open skin, where people have longer names. (My main character is of course Ot; Na is just the current love interest or mother figure or something.)
From I guiltily forget where: Structured Procrastination. Sounds like a good idea! Or at least the first few paragraphs do; I'll have to finish it sometime. *8)
A bolt stud writes:
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Oooohhh, hydraulic nuts!
Coming around a corner, she is facing two hooded Architors across a narrow room. She stiffens, tries to relax, speeds up, tries to slow down, walks past them, manages not to run. They seem to ignore her entirely, although she keeps herself from turning to make sure. She turns a corner, and another, and another. Then she looks around, and they are not there.
End of day three: 6,267
Ot watches Na slide into the water beside her. Where Ot's belly is the smooth continuous curve of youth, Na's is marked by the curved crease that says she has been a mother, has had a child. Ot thinks of Na going head-first into the Innerness, being swallowed by whatever is there, of the child tearing free from her belly, of the hooded Architor cleaning it and taking it away.
End of day two: 4,115
I think I've set myself a pretty hard task this year. The characters are not human, the place they are is not a planet, there are neither day nor night nor seasons nor sexes. How hard is this going to be?
The thing to remember, like last year, is that I am in no boxes; I can do anything I want to, I need be only as constrained by what is already written as I feel like being.
So today was a Good Day by last year's standards, which I think are good ones.
End of day one: 2,109
I did some of those words in the "bringing other people up to speed on stuff I already knew" part of a meeting (I was listening to all the other parts of the meeting, Steve, I promise!), and the rest while lying around at home, mostly just now after everyone else was asleep. I do not however want to get into the habit of staying up absurdly late to do my 2K a day. I can do it all during the day just fine, if I can stay away in my discretionary time from Metababy and Neopets and books and Perl scripts and...