Week 2, with Cloudbursts
Jul. 11th, 2011 11:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dancinghorseWeek 2 of the Clarion Write-a-Thon is over, and we're all truckin' along. Thank you very much to those who have contributed in my name. You're helping to make sure there will be a Clarion in 2012.
The summer monsoon, which is a real monsoon and everything, arrived with a full-blown bang and a crash on the Fourth. We got over three inches of rain between Monday and Thursday. That's a lot of rain. And mud. And feelthy horses. And plants finally reviving after months of drought. Even with power outages, internet outages, floods, and plagues of flies, we're all dancing in the rain.
I've been writing every day, sometimes just a few words, but they're words. That's 2235 new words since Tuesday, plus some revision and tweakage of previous words.
Which gives us this for pretty:
Also, a Horseblog, for bonus words. And entertainment.
And here are some words from the novel, because I know at least one of you is reading them. :)
Nate slapped the rolled-up manifest against his thigh. The goods were laid out in the warehouse, stacked on pallets six high and three dozen deep. "Not so rich a harvest this time," he said.
"A temporary lull, I'm sure," his clerk said. Zebedee was a good man with a pen and a counting board, but he suffered from incurable optimism.
The summer monsoon, which is a real monsoon and everything, arrived with a full-blown bang and a crash on the Fourth. We got over three inches of rain between Monday and Thursday. That's a lot of rain. And mud. And feelthy horses. And plants finally reviving after months of drought. Even with power outages, internet outages, floods, and plagues of flies, we're all dancing in the rain.
I've been writing every day, sometimes just a few words, but they're words. That's 2235 new words since Tuesday, plus some revision and tweakage of previous words.
Which gives us this for pretty:
29892 / 100000
(29.89%)
(29.89%)
Also, a Horseblog, for bonus words. And entertainment.
And here are some words from the novel, because I know at least one of you is reading them. :)
Nate slapped the rolled-up manifest against his thigh. The goods were laid out in the warehouse, stacked on pallets six high and three dozen deep. "Not so rich a harvest this time," he said.
"A temporary lull, I'm sure," his clerk said. Zebedee was a good man with a pen and a counting board, but he suffered from incurable optimism.
