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clarentineOh, why not?
Turn to page 123 in your work-in-progress. (If you haven't gotten to page 123 yet, then turn to page 23. If you haven't gotten there yet, then get busy and write page 23.) Count down four sentences and then instead of just the fifth sentence, give us the whole paragraph.
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Gí winced as he flexed his own leg. The injured hip had stiffened overnight. Hissing with the pain, he bent his knee and examined a large gash in the sole of his foot. The wash of river water had cleaned it and the smaller scratches around it, and it was not bleeding.
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Drat. Not one of the cool parts with maimings and blood. But at least there's misery and foreshadowing. *g*
I know there was research today, but I'll be damned if I can remember what. I'll amend this if I figure it out later.
The story has reached page 307 in SMF, and I am at the point where I have listed the events that still need to happen so I can make sure I get them done before hitting the end, which is ALMOST HERE. *g* And what am I doing? Avoiding like the plague.
(Well, I spent the morning on design work, and then took the dog to the park ("Kay, let's go to the 'ark," because we don't say the P word lest she bounce us down the stairs), and ate lunch, and researched plants for wet places, and read email, and browsed my friends list, and...you get the picture.)
Okay. I've killed all my excuses. Time to get to it.
Turn to page 123 in your work-in-progress. (If you haven't gotten to page 123 yet, then turn to page 23. If you haven't gotten there yet, then get busy and write page 23.) Count down four sentences and then instead of just the fifth sentence, give us the whole paragraph.
*******
Gí winced as he flexed his own leg. The injured hip had stiffened overnight. Hissing with the pain, he bent his knee and examined a large gash in the sole of his foot. The wash of river water had cleaned it and the smaller scratches around it, and it was not bleeding.
*******
Drat. Not one of the cool parts with maimings and blood. But at least there's misery and foreshadowing. *g*
I know there was research today, but I'll be damned if I can remember what. I'll amend this if I figure it out later.
The story has reached page 307 in SMF, and I am at the point where I have listed the events that still need to happen so I can make sure I get them done before hitting the end, which is ALMOST HERE. *g* And what am I doing? Avoiding like the plague.
(Well, I spent the morning on design work, and then took the dog to the park ("Kay, let's go to the 'ark," because we don't say the P word lest she bounce us down the stairs), and ate lunch, and researched plants for wet places, and read email, and browsed my friends list, and...you get the picture.)
Okay. I've killed all my excuses. Time to get to it.
