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some_stars) wrote2011-01-22 11:43 pm
some_stars) wrote2011-01-22 11:43 pm
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finally writing again, albeit slowly, and this thing is now OFFICIALLY too long for a single LJ post. Just over 12,000 words(end of the night result: 12,300), and I'm down to the last 1000--really truly absolutely this time. I've been doing a lot of editing in lieu of writing what few new parts remain, so reading through and fixing up the finished draft shouldn't take as long as it otherwise might.
of course, this time I actually have real work I need to be doing--reading Marlowe's Dido plus a chunk of the Aeneid, and reading this Holocaust-related memoir, and calling the disability services office on Monday and going grocery shopping and a whole bunch of crap, basically. So we'll see. ...in the meantime I got started on YET. ANOTHER. STORY, wrote most of the prologue(it has a distinctly chaptered structure, unlike anything else I've written), and will now push it firmly aside until this one is finished and I've made at least 5000 words progress on any of my already-extant WIPs.
(honestly of all that stuff, the memoir thing--When Memory Comes, by Saul Friedlander, it's not even a Holocaust survivor story per se but close enough--is what I least want to deal with, because I know for an absolute certainty that, like every single story ever written about Jewish identity and exile in the wake of the Holocaust, it will make me lose my shit crying, and while I usually enjoy a good cry induced by something besides my own life, right now I'm firmly repressing actual concrete grief and would rather not be forced into confronting it in time for next Wednesday's class.)
of course, this time I actually have real work I need to be doing--reading Marlowe's Dido plus a chunk of the Aeneid, and reading this Holocaust-related memoir, and calling the disability services office on Monday and going grocery shopping and a whole bunch of crap, basically. So we'll see. ...in the meantime I got started on YET. ANOTHER. STORY, wrote most of the prologue(it has a distinctly chaptered structure, unlike anything else I've written), and will now push it firmly aside until this one is finished and I've made at least 5000 words progress on any of my already-extant WIPs.
(honestly of all that stuff, the memoir thing--When Memory Comes, by Saul Friedlander, it's not even a Holocaust survivor story per se but close enough--is what I least want to deal with, because I know for an absolute certainty that, like every single story ever written about Jewish identity and exile in the wake of the Holocaust, it will make me lose my shit crying, and while I usually enjoy a good cry induced by something besides my own life, right now I'm firmly repressing actual concrete grief and would rather not be forced into confronting it in time for next Wednesday's class.)