“Food Insecurity”. Missing bits.
“Water Leopard”. I didn’t do
nanowrimo, because the last thing I need is
something to cut into my editing time. First drafts are not the problem.
But I would have done this, if I was doing it. So I started it. I had
7900 words to start. Now there are probably
Insecurity”. Typed missing bits, made
the ending and the beginning match a bit better. Deleted a thousand
words, then added in a different thousand. Edited some more.
Read it and hemmed and hawed. Really I need to do a last copy edit and call it done.
“Clairvology”. Research mostly.
Typed. There wasn’t much to this actually, and while I remember what I was trying to do, this story doesn’t do it. Yet.
Damask Jacket (Takle & Kolstadt). Finished first ball of dark rust and second ball of medium rust.
I’m past the armholes on the body, so that’s something.
item #3. Done.
item #4. Done.
Anthony. Ripped out one strip and redid, tightening the neckline so it doesn’t flap. Much better now, and I can wear it. Win!
Gaughan VK S/S 2005). Amazing, this has been in my queue for ten years! I am so old. Started
because I needed something easy, and also because after I finished and
fixed all that other stuff, I deserved something for myself. Back is done, started hood.
Friday, December 04, 2015
Tuesday, December 01, 2015
“The 19th Century Wind Band and Wind Ensemble in Western Europe” by David Whitwell. I’m not sure how Russia counts as Western Europe, but I’m researching for North America anyway, so … shut up. This book was what I needed though. I read this over two Friday afternoons at the Metro Reference Library.
“John Crow’s Devil” by Marlon James. This must be the magic that happens when you win a major literary award… people like me suddenly find out about you and read your book. This book was the sort of thing I could never write – the scatologicalness of it all, the sex, the language. The resolution totally made sense. I dind’t find any characters particularly likeable, but that’s not important to me apparently. Really good. Though I guess I was expecting something a little… more mainstream from a booker prize winner?
“Dreamhunter” by Elizabeth Knox. The sequel has been kicking around my house for years. I guess someone gave it to me, but I didn’t want to read it without reading the first one, and I didn’t have it, so apathy prevailed. I had a little trouble with the first couple of chapters, I think because omniscient POV isn’t in style right now so I’m not used to it. I couldn’t keep track of how many people there were in the picnic party (five that mattered, but I kept feeling like there was another girl). But I managed to get through that and then the story was quite engaging. The comparisons to Garth Nix and Philip Pullman were spot on. I’d be pretty mad if I didn’t have book two, because the ending was quite unsatisfying. It felt like this was written as a single book and was cut in half in editing.
“The Elephanta Suite” by Paul Theroux. My sister gave me this. Based on the receipt that looked like it was used as a bookmark, she bought it at an airport bookstore. She’s a pilot, sohaving an eReader has really improved her life. This book claimed to be about India, but it seemed like it was more about Americans in India. Dislikeable Americans. I found this book odious, and only finished it so I could call it done and get rid of it. I’m not sure whether this book was about awful things India does to Americans, or how awful India is, or what.