. . . the aim of good poetical words is to mean what they do not say.” (Chesterton)
I’m bad at keeping track of how many words I’ve written, so I don’t have a number to give you. I do know that with school starting in January, I’ve written mostly for assignments and not much on things of my own. (I wonder why it is that when something’s assigned, we don’t think of it as belonging to us? Because we’re making it to order?) Because that one workshop started out with poetry, I’ve written more poetry — loosely defined — in the last eight weeks than in the last eight years.
What I really want to be writing is the new Of the North. I have to content myself with writing down notes like “running late that morning — more detail” and then in some free time writing 1900 words that turns out to be more infodumping than anything useful, and trying to cut it down without success. There’s so much room to grow in that story.
It would be nice to also write more in parts of the retelling of Lily’s story that I’ve started. I keep getting idea for it and having to put them to the side. The chronology is getting messed up too. She’s supposed to have some brothers who are very young when she gets married (being at least 26 at that time), but in fact that doesn’t work with the time they were adopted and how old they were, at least not if time continues to proceed at the pace it is now. We don’t know that it will, we have to take it on faith, but there’s no good reason to believe that it would be different for her, which is causing all kinds of snarls in the plot. And there’s a scene I’d love to do, involving her suitor and a couple of very small brothers, which couldn’t work if things stay as they are. On the other hand, if I try changing when the boys were adopted, I’d have to change the timing of at least one other important incident, not to mention researching adoption, which I’d really rather not have to do. If all that happened before the story starts it would save me a lot of work, and the adoption process isn’t really germane to Lily’s story.
I’ve also sent out the first two chapters of Wind Age for beta-reading, and having serious doubts about a scene in the ending, whether it’s necessary or not. To decide that it would help to have a certain audience in mind, but the thing is, whoever I write the book for, someone not in that group will likely pick it up and then leave a bad review because it offended them or something — whether that’s an unbeliever unhappy that paganism is not portrayed as equal to Christianity, or some poor Christian who thought they were getting Christian Fiction.
Textbooks. And classmates’ work. I can’t remember anything new worth mentioning. We bought The Edge on the Sword and The King’s Shadow, though.
I try to spin a yard or so a day to keep my fingers in practice. I’m getting better at keeping it even, and having a distaff (who needs a name — I’m thinking some sort of kenning, but I can’t come up with a good one) to hold the fibre is a lot of help. What I still don’t know is whether I should be spinning with my right hand out to the side, or with everything in front of me. I find it much easier to do it in front, so for now that’s what I’m doing.
I also did some more research on seventh-century veils, and had my eye on a certain towel we use for dishes as being almost perfect. When I made inquiries, however, I found that my chances of finding similar ones at thrift stores are extremely thin, because its first use was as a receiving blanket. So much for that.
School. I have two Philosophy classes, two writing workshops, and a Literature class.
I line-edited a novella for Hope, which was fun, and I get paid for it too, which is nice. I’m not used to getting paid for things yet. The only thing is, I’m pretty sure at least one typo or grammatical mistake has survived. They have a way of doing that.
My writer’s block is slowly fading, but I was glad all the same when it came to a Tuesday and the end of the month that I’d already written most of the post. It’s exhausting not being able to write, and having deadlines and things doesn’t help a whole lot. Next week at least we’re on holiday.
Is anyone interested in these ramblings about what goes on as a break from me pontificating about art, or complaining, also about art? I thought I should ask, and not waste a post a month on something you’re not interested in.