Went by fits and starts. I finished Camp NaNo and almost immediately ran into a problem with Of the North, a huge problem in fact, and so I stopped writing words to think about the words I had written and how well they’d fit with what I might or might not end up writing. It goes like that sometimes.
How did my summer plans end up, you ask?
Well, I did write a novella for the Rooglewood contest. It’s more of a novelette at the moment, and I need to get beta-readers arranged and send in my form to the contest and all that, but it exists in some form outside of myself now.
I finished sending out Wind Age in that I decided to stop on that one and let it wait. It had too many problems. Maybe in a few years.
I have not finished rewriting Of the North. I still cherish hopes of getting to Realm Makers next year — we shall see. But I did get about 52,000 words done in it, and I’m still working through the implications of AEschild being Catholic, so the progress of the word count has paused.
Um. Well, Liturgy, Architecture, and Sacred Places in Anglo-Saxon England, by Helen Gittos (partway through the second reading of that). It’s good.
And several mysteries about Flavia de Luce, recommended by a family friend. They’re nothing to Chesterton or even Doyle, but on evenings when I was tired they weren’t too bad. Well, except for the fact that the MC is always taking revenge on family members and that’s not portrayed as wrong, and she’s constantly lying and that’s never portrayed as wrong, and that the authour is good enough at writing that the girl is still likeable. Grrr.
And, because I’ve been talking to Catholics lately, Orthodoxy for the thousandth time.
Also some of Jonathan Edwards, because my American Literature class can be tiresome; the Odyssey, for the Greek Myth and Literature class, and things like the first chapters of Joshua for Historiography. And I will be reading some of the City of God and Bede and the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle for that last class!
Our local group had a dance practice about halfway through the month, and then on Saturday Wynnie and I day-tripped Hadrian’s Feld again. I’ve tried to write about the day, but you see, right smack in the middle of it we had a two-hour-long conversation with — you may have guessed — a Catholic.
Now when you sit down to have lunch, and you’re an 11th-century Anglo-Saxon, and the gentle across from you is 11th-century Norman, and you not only manage to avoid politics, but discuss the philosophy and theology of such anachronistic figures as Sir Thomas More, Thomas Aquinas, G. K. Chesterton, C. S. Lewis, Tolkien, and others, throwing in the separation of church and state, the problem of evil, free will versus determinism — and when the whole thing started off with a comment about Intelligent Design — well, it not only colours everything that came after, but makes it hard to tell a single story, not mixing worlds. I have a world where I debate religion, increasingly with Catholics, and another world where I’m known as AEschild. I’ve never before found myself plying distaff and spindle while explaining that the Baptist Catechism says that “God is a Spirit, infinite, eternal, and unchangeable in His being, wisdom, power, justice, holiness, goodness, and truth.”
So I doubt I’ll post the story here. But highlights of the day included His Majesty being beaten in single combat, our cheddar getting smoked by sitting downwind from someone else’s cooking fire all afternoon, a newcomer to our group having lots of fun, our forming group’s minister of Arts and Sciences getting his Award of Arms, me greeting a friend by accidentally punching him in the stomach, and that same friend later having to run from a group of children while carrying a toy chest.
Summer goals in this area: I did take out the gores in my green cyrtel and re-do them, and it fits much better now, and I’ve talked about it. I haven’t done any new projects unless you count spinning, which I just remembered it’s too late to send a picture of to Cailin to put in his Arts and Sciences report. . . . bother. I used all the undyed roving and started on the silver, which is very nice.
My cat had a fight with another cat in the middle of the night one Sunday, and was limping badly on the Monday morning — the other had bit his left front leg, so of course swelling and such accompanied deep puncture wounds. We took him to the vet and he spent a long time shut in the basement bathroom. When we could work around the inside cat, who hates him, we’d bring him upstairs for sunshine and a change of view, or I’d go sit in the shower with him and bring something to work on. I spent a lot of time reading Gaudy Night or working on Rose-Tinted Arrows that way (still not a lot to show for that last bit, though. . . but plans for a prequel novel, or as they like to call it, “prelude”, are in the works).
It’s all very nice to talk about cats, you say, but what about the thing that just sent you missing for more than a week?
Oh right. School.
Well, between the two history classes, the two literature classes, and the poetry workshop, I’ll have a lot of writing to do. I figure if I can do a paper a weekend I should be able to keep up. First paper, for Early Europe: “Judging from the selections from the Hebrew Bible, why was Saul made king, and why did he ultimately fail?”
(And when you’ve got a teacher who explains the advantages of a certain Protestant translation of the Bible and then adds, “Oh, and there are some Catholic ones too”, and who comes into class saying “Tempus fugit!” it’s going to be fun.)
In the mean while, I haven’t been eating lunch alone. That’s a new experience: all my other days at school, to this point, I’ve eaten my lunch on the bench outside the library, watching people go by. I ate once with Jenny, in the very noisy Food Court, but that’s all I can think of. But this semester, one of our friends from orchestra, a Catholic, and a friend of his who’s new to me, ditto, and I have all been getting together to discuss Tolkien, Chesterton, creation versus theistic evolution, the many problems with being public-schooled, the equally numerous problems with Communism, being pro-life, Sola Scriptura versus the papacy (we haven’t got around to the Babylonian Captivity — yet), transubstantiation, justification, baptism, organs, external (briefly), Aquinas, Augustine, et cetera. So that’s been exciting and like adding another three-credit class to my load. I’m working at the Writing Center, an hour and a half on Wednesdays, and may get another on-campus job — not sharing details unless I do get it — and, of course, homework.
And maybe once in a while I’ll get to work on a story.
I did take the online summer class and got out of it with a B; and the summer reading group went fairly well, I think; and I kept up on blogging until last week. So I think I tidied up my summer plans pretty neatly, for the most part, if you ignore Wind Age.