150 Year Old Victorian Prosthetic Hand
for a.!!!! of her character Monsoon.
the stack on the bottom is what I’ve gotten through, and the stack on the top if what I’ve got left… not too many pages now, an average of 9 per day to get through in order to meet my January 31st goal. ah, no big deal. :)
know what that is on the left? that’s less than 100 pages remaining of 210 on my first pass through my book. that’s a lot of sheets of paper, a lot of little ticki-ticki from a rickety pen (from Preston, this kid I know from school who was perhaps one of the most interesting characters I’ve ever encountered, a word wizard and life hacker extraordinaire; he found a massive box of brand new pens on the side of the road and brought them to me), and a lot of thoughts crossed out and reordered.
I keep thinking, woah. I wrote this in November? I keep going to read scenes aloud to Jake and stopping myself because I want him to experience it as a whole. this is intensely personal. this is that whole giving birth to a book cliche, and as much as I despise being a cliche, I will own you if you touch my baby. actually I’ll probably just pout and make up a story where G. kicks your ass.
some gratifying moments so far: not remembering what the character did next after a scary setup, deciding, then turning the page to find out it’s what I’d written in the first place; chuckling aloud at dialogue; chipping away at this block of stone and realizing there’s what I’m starting to think is a pretty cool story underneath.
I’ve said it to Jake and I’ll say it again: my deadline for the written portion of this self-exam is due on January 31. just for accountabilitieses.
"Out of this time also rose one of the most legendary of all Tamrielic figures, Ysgramor, from whom all Nordic kings to this day are descended."
―Pocket Guide to the Empire, Third Edition: Skyrim
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