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dr_pretentiousLast night, the words "persistent cat on keyboard" got stuck in my head, and I couldn't get to sleep for thinking about the two books that could carry that title. Persistent Cat on Keyboard: The Life and Times of Thelonious Monk was the first, and the second was a children's picture book about housepets who form a garage band. My insomnia latches onto the oddest things.
New words: 637
Current deficit: not thinking about that tonight
Working conditions: Tried to do longhand shift alone, with too late a start, at local B&N. 3 longhand pages, then stuck, then looked at books to prompt brain. Not research, just looking at pictures, honest! Typed longhand stuff into laptop while watching entirety of The Return of the King with Dan, who had thorny debugging problems to get through on a deadline and required the film as opiate to get through project. Couldn't tear myself away from the combination of spouse and Tolkien. The persistent cat eschewed the keyboard.
Not, withal, a stellar writing day.
Tomorrow morning, I have another diagnostic thingy that absolutely, positively has to be done at 6am. How did the medical system fall into the hands of sadistic morning people, is what I want to know!
I'm hoping that, between a morning writing shift at Starbucks with Breva the Axe and the evening write-in with my fellow Nanowrimo cultists, I'll make up a good bit of my deficit.
All those hours of looking at Ukiyo-e prints, history of warfare timelines, and maps of archeological digs of structures that were probably observatories--it did help. Beltresa's conquest of Miaaro starts with a sort of proxy war, when Beltresa and Efa get deadlocked. I'm used to thinking of Efa as it is in the big manuscript, two centuries later than the plot I'm working with now in the prequel. Different dynasties, different pressures. Now I know better what the Efa are about in the 110th year of the Principality. Chapter 3 will get unstuck tomorrow.
Still pining for Clausewitz, though.
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New words: 637
Current deficit: not thinking about that tonight
Working conditions: Tried to do longhand shift alone, with too late a start, at local B&N. 3 longhand pages, then stuck, then looked at books to prompt brain. Not research, just looking at pictures, honest! Typed longhand stuff into laptop while watching entirety of The Return of the King with Dan, who had thorny debugging problems to get through on a deadline and required the film as opiate to get through project. Couldn't tear myself away from the combination of spouse and Tolkien. The persistent cat eschewed the keyboard.
Not, withal, a stellar writing day.
Tomorrow morning, I have another diagnostic thingy that absolutely, positively has to be done at 6am. How did the medical system fall into the hands of sadistic morning people, is what I want to know!
I'm hoping that, between a morning writing shift at Starbucks with Breva the Axe and the evening write-in with my fellow Nanowrimo cultists, I'll make up a good bit of my deficit.
All those hours of looking at Ukiyo-e prints, history of warfare timelines, and maps of archeological digs of structures that were probably observatories--it did help. Beltresa's conquest of Miaaro starts with a sort of proxy war, when Beltresa and Efa get deadlocked. I'm used to thinking of Efa as it is in the big manuscript, two centuries later than the plot I'm working with now in the prequel. Different dynasties, different pressures. Now I know better what the Efa are about in the 110th year of the Principality. Chapter 3 will get unstuck tomorrow.
Still pining for Clausewitz, though.
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the lovers
Date: 2005-11-17 06:47 am (UTC)she said, "i still pine for you."
he said, "We maintain, on the contrary: that war is nothing but a continuation of political intercourse, with a mixture of other means. We say, mixed with other means, in order thereby to maintain at the same time that this political intercourse does not cease by the war itself, is not changed into something quite different, but that, in its essence, it continues to exist, whatever may be the form of the means which it uses, and that the chief lines on which the events of the war progress, and to which they are attached, are only the general features of policy which run all through the war until peace takes place. And how can we conceive it to be otherwise? Does the cessation of diplomatic notes stop the political relations between different nations and Governments? Is not war merely another kind of writing and language for political thoughts? It has certainly a grammar of its own, but its logic is not peculiar to itself."
his english, stilted by poor translation, moved her and fired her desires to know him more.
but it was not to be. she had her writing, and he, his dreams of glories past.
"aufwiedersehen, meine keine apfelblüte!" and they parted.
Re: the lovers
Date: 2005-11-17 09:39 am (UTC)You do realize, don't you, that you have now perpetrated RPS (Real Person Slash)?
Re: the lovers
Date: 2005-11-17 09:47 am (UTC)Re: the lovers
Date: 2005-11-17 09:54 am (UTC)Re: the lovers
Date: 2005-11-17 10:14 am (UTC)btw, can you think of any reason you're clausewitz's little apple blossom? the pet name feels right for some reason, but i haven't the foggiest why.
Re: the lovers
Date: 2005-11-17 10:23 am (UTC)Re: the lovers
Date: 2005-11-17 10:37 am (UTC)also good to know that flotsam from the wreck of the subconscious voyager drifts ashore occasionally.
Re: the lovers
Date: 2006-08-20 01:19 am (UTC)Shouldn't that be "meine kleine Apfelbluete"? As it stands, the sentence translates "good-bye, my not an apple blossom."
Re: the lovers
Date: 2006-08-20 01:31 am (UTC)