Re: The Sorcerer's Progress
Totally you, Janet. Take the credit and the blame…
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Totally you, Janet. Take the credit and the blame…
lol! Apparently, ER visits and dragons are my trademarks. This is worrisome.
Oddly enough, I've actually managed to get some writing done this week. Unfortunately, I keep writing scenes that are a few chapters ahead of what's posted here. I have the late shift next week, so I'm crossing my fingers that things are light and I can write while I wait on progress bars and frustratingly slow satellite connections.
Elishiva,
I just united a scene that I wrote 2 years ago with the current action in Dictates. It may mess with your OCD, but realize that you should write what is in your head and save it for later. If you are going to finish the book, then the time isn't wasted.
Not sure if I put this up before, but here's a three page GG lesson on how to do a reveal. Oh, the guy with the pipe? We've been wondering about his secret more or less since he appeared. (He's black and blue because he beat the big monster-y guy up--several times.)
A recent discussion of word choices and word images somehow brought to mind Ogden Nash's Tale of the 13th Floor, an atypically serious poem for Nash. (I've seen it with 'maidens' replaced with 'virgins'. I prefer the latter word.)
Trivia: Back in the 70's I visited a restaurant on 3rd Avenue called The Fisherman's Net (in the 30's, east side of the street, IIRC). Evidently Mr. Nash had frequented it not too many decades earlier, for over the cash register was one of their paper placemats bearing a poem written in pencil and signed Ogden Nash. I remember only the opening and closing couplets:
If a lovesick gourmet
Wants to have his own way
:
:
He should bring his gourmette
To the Fisherman's Net.
(Also posted n the Alpha-Omega group.)
I recall seeing a few more lines in the middle. It looks like someone took the most distinctive lines and made them into that postcard. I wonder if the owners preserved that plain white, scalloped-edge placemat.
I'm still not 100%, or even 95%. You may have noticed I've been catching up on owed reviews. I've also been working on edits for my last chapter, as well as a few non-writing things. And it finally occurred to me that Jamen will have some reaction to his failed attempt to kill the manticore-skinned Veethan. I'm thinking he will channel it into extra protectiveness toward the children, and maybe towards Merran.
Manticore-skinned Veethan? As Thurston Howell once said, "Watch your language! There are ladies present." And Amy's here, too. :-)
Don't trifle, sir. If you value what you have to lose, trifle not with Amy!
We all gotta die sometime. I believe in doing it spectacularly! Just ask Trump.
I see your language and raise you one better. I think you were talking about that hairy, orange, polyester, j**ztrumpet?
Oh, I'm sorry. I meant that damn weaselheaded f**knugget.
Ladies present? Fah. I work in the ER. Before that, I worked with firemen as partners for 10 years.
Sorry I put that on your thread. In typical fashion, I'm regretting my honesty. It's just that Dirk said the 'T' word. Damn, the guilt that you can make me feel with just a non-smiley face...Want me to delete it?
No. Pathos or bathos, let it all stand. Sometimes the comedy we act out is unintentional--and I was ragging Dirk, anyway.
(Bounces happily and washes away the guilt) The Scots really know how to swear. I stole it from them
Annnnddddd.... gone shall be any guilt I have over my Fuccccckkkkkkk thread too.
Sorry I put that on your thread. In typical fashion, I'm regretting my honesty. It's just that Dirk said the 'T' word. Damn, the guilt that you can make me feel with just a non-smiley face...Want me to delete it?
LOL, I'm SUPER glad I don't have to vote!
LOL, I'm SUPER glad I don't have to vote!
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Amy, please understand that my slow pace now is due to your insistence on D-E-S-C-R-I-P-T-I-O-N.
Stalling isn't the sort of accomplishment I prize.
When concrete turns that yellow tan that's not quite brown and dirtier than dirt ... what do you call that hue?
How does it compare with.the color.ramge of jaundice?
Jaundice is yellow and the skin / eyes take on the color of Mountain Dew
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