As usual these days, another late post. Life once again got …odd (mostly internet connectivity and access issues), here we are again on Thursday evening finalizing things. Plan for next week… start the post on Tuesday, so it can be finished on the correct day!
That said, I’ve had a pretty awesome week of progress. Lots of words, some serious cleaning… generally “good stuff”.
A thought on cleaning… being a bit of a packrat is more than just laziness or overwhelmed and busy (though those last two definitely are involved these days). As I’ve tried to clean out years of accumulated … stuff (stuff I bought, sure I would use it; stuff given to me… because; stuff that was here when we moved in), I’ve found it really hard to get rid of these things—even to give them away (though that does tend to be easier than just tossing them).
An example of this… The other day I decided it was time to trim my archive of writing magazines. I have issues of Writer’s Digest, The Writer, and even the Romance Writers Report backlogged for years (some from the 1980s), and since a lot of the articles are either repeats or dreadfully behind the present market needs, I figured I’d clear the lot of them.
I got rid of ten (well, I haven’t yet… they are in the “to go” pile by the door).
I really could not bring myself to get rid of more than that in one attempt. The guilt was almost nauseating. Like “why did I save these so long if I didn’t plan to use them again?”, “what about the hidden gems I missed!”, and the ever frequent (applied to magazines I’d never finished and started at all)… “I don’t have the right to toss these.”
Ten magazines from around a hundred or more… I had been slowly weeding them, but this was my first attempt at a mass exodus. Guess I have a little ways to go before I can just ditch the whole box.
Does anyone want some old writing magazines? 😉
We’re once again in Marche/Promenade from the Swan Series with Valichii as he tries to understand what is making his campmates so unsettled this morning.
I included six (sort of) paragraphs today, five for what should have been the 1+4 yesterday and one partial sentence from last week’s entry to offer some extra context.
…it wasn’t likely that the lordlings sponsoring this campaign would let them leave before they had a chance for jousts and sport.
No matter what the holy highborn wanted to think, their mages’ skills gave them no guarantee of victory. Just as because the forces had had success pushing back the frontier into the desert the past few years, it didn’t mean they’d won the war. To Val’s mind, it meant they all needed to be more careful; the lordlings seemed to think it meant reason to parade and fest all the longer.
He’d slept so late this morn on account of their fool carousing. Though, at least, he’d not been hauled out of his rolls to settle the spat between Hirisii’s entourage and the Harnii-Semis as several of his tent-mates had. They’d been allowed to miss first muster this morning as consolation, but given the dogs and the horns, none of them had been sleeping much when he’d stepped out for his morning toilet.
“Me neither. Anyone know who started the story?”
“First I heard it was from old Elsn.” Sibon snorted, nearly covering the table in front of him with crumbs. “Said he had a vision of the battle to end all battles and that we should prepare our souls for Her Mercy.”
“Elsn’s been saying that nonsense for longer than I’ve held the Oath.” Val scoffed.
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