The plate is empty...
Oct. 27th, 2009 05:55 pmToday's word count turned out to be more along the lines of 3,200 target words, which cleaned the plate right off and left only a bunch of invoicing to do before leaving for New York tomorrow.
Ideas kept floating around in my head, even while Galina and I traveled up toward Natalie's neck of the woods to pick up the Ford and I drove it home. I am so struck with the USMC story that I find it impossible to think of anything else, except that from time to time, I wonder if the subject might not be somewhat too... I don't know... marginal? uninteresting? Dare I say, "Old Corps"?
(And as I write that, there bobs into the foreground the notion that, mayhaps, one might write it in a way that might make it interesting?)
I'm still leaning toward a bye but, quoting Fats Waller, "One never knows, do one?"
Tonight: packing. Tomorrow, up at oh-dark-thirty.
Cheers...
Ideas kept floating around in my head, even while Galina and I traveled up toward Natalie's neck of the woods to pick up the Ford and I drove it home. I am so struck with the USMC story that I find it impossible to think of anything else, except that from time to time, I wonder if the subject might not be somewhat too... I don't know... marginal? uninteresting? Dare I say, "Old Corps"?
(And as I write that, there bobs into the foreground the notion that, mayhaps, one might write it in a way that might make it interesting?)
I'm still leaning toward a bye but, quoting Fats Waller, "One never knows, do one?"
Tonight: packing. Tomorrow, up at oh-dark-thirty.
Cheers...
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Date: 2009-10-28 08:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-28 09:27 am (UTC)Last season I was determined not to take my bye unless I absolutely had to, reasoning - as you do, I think - that the point of the contest was to write (or more precisely, to keep at it until a usable product was obtained).
Gotta run, planes don't wait. :)
Cheers...