Last couple of days
So I caused Sebastian to need five stitches. Let's not talk about it.
Went and saw Pirates 2 again with my mom yesterday afternoon, and found it every bit as thoroughly enjoyable the second time 'round. Mom had a long conversation with me in which she suggested that perhaps I was too reluctant to put myself out there in the world in a career sort of way, which maybe is an accurate claim. I need to start selling myself as a writer or I'm never going to get anywhere-- it's really my only marketable skill.
I spent four hours this morning waiting for the movers to come move Robert and Elizabeth's stuff out of the Farm School building and then waiting for them to load it all and making sure they took the right items (and all of the items), but the weather was fantastic. Hideous thunderstorms drenched the woods and lightning crackled and boomed with such intensity that I'm quite sure we received at least one strike on the school property. It was, as it so often is during the summer here in Ohio (and especially on our property), exceedingly dramatic and powerful. It's one thing that I really missed while I was in the UK.
Yesterday evening I spent re-reading and editing the manuscript of The Silence as it stands so far. I made several extremely minor changes, a handful of relatively minor changes, and re-wrote at least one section entirely. It was satisfying, though the task of actually diving back in and producing more manuscript is no less daunting. Moreover, I'm going to need to produce more material if I'm ever going to improve the material that I have: any potential issues in the story so far will probably only arise once more of the story is set down on paper. That said, it was very comforting to know that for the most part my prose still appears to me to be effective, if not in all places brilliant. Unfortunately, however, my mind is so far stuck into the story at this point that stepping back to examine the prose is still something I'm not entirely capable of doing-- though I haven't been working on The Silence much in the last half-year, it's never been very far from my thoughts, and so I can't achieve the kind of objectivity that I can with Sky Song or March Day Dawning.
Oh well. David's here at the moment because he can't go home, and as much as my time has not been my own all this morning, I still feel as though I need to produce at least a thousand words today before I settle into slacking again and playing videogames.
Besides, my mother's insinuations that I don't worry enough about my future are still ringing worryingly in my ears...
Went and saw Pirates 2 again with my mom yesterday afternoon, and found it every bit as thoroughly enjoyable the second time 'round. Mom had a long conversation with me in which she suggested that perhaps I was too reluctant to put myself out there in the world in a career sort of way, which maybe is an accurate claim. I need to start selling myself as a writer or I'm never going to get anywhere-- it's really my only marketable skill.
I spent four hours this morning waiting for the movers to come move Robert and Elizabeth's stuff out of the Farm School building and then waiting for them to load it all and making sure they took the right items (and all of the items), but the weather was fantastic. Hideous thunderstorms drenched the woods and lightning crackled and boomed with such intensity that I'm quite sure we received at least one strike on the school property. It was, as it so often is during the summer here in Ohio (and especially on our property), exceedingly dramatic and powerful. It's one thing that I really missed while I was in the UK.
Yesterday evening I spent re-reading and editing the manuscript of The Silence as it stands so far. I made several extremely minor changes, a handful of relatively minor changes, and re-wrote at least one section entirely. It was satisfying, though the task of actually diving back in and producing more manuscript is no less daunting. Moreover, I'm going to need to produce more material if I'm ever going to improve the material that I have: any potential issues in the story so far will probably only arise once more of the story is set down on paper. That said, it was very comforting to know that for the most part my prose still appears to me to be effective, if not in all places brilliant. Unfortunately, however, my mind is so far stuck into the story at this point that stepping back to examine the prose is still something I'm not entirely capable of doing-- though I haven't been working on The Silence much in the last half-year, it's never been very far from my thoughts, and so I can't achieve the kind of objectivity that I can with Sky Song or March Day Dawning.
Oh well. David's here at the moment because he can't go home, and as much as my time has not been my own all this morning, I still feel as though I need to produce at least a thousand words today before I settle into slacking again and playing videogames.
Besides, my mother's insinuations that I don't worry enough about my future are still ringing worryingly in my ears...
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