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June 30, 2009

5 years, 3 months ago, in the early evening

Here’s today’s progress on the alternate-history battlefield adventure about a widowed nurse from a Confederate hospital aboard a west-bound train pulled by a Union war engine — now with military intrigue, steampunk Texas rangers, undead political separatists, murderous plots, bushwhackers, bandits, sabotage, and epic scenes of mayhem:

Project: Dreadnought
New Words: 3967 (pretty good!)
Present Total Word Count: 103,811 words
Goal: 120,000 words



Things Accomplished in Real Life: Performed day-job duties but was not very pleased with self – this project seems to be crawling, and I’m not sure why; went to Trader Joe’s and got some daytime lunch food and whatnot; cleaned kitchen except for the floor (which is the bit that needs it most, alas); not much else.

Other: I mentioned over on Twitter that I found nifty steampunk grocery totes at Trader Joe’s, and between Twitter, email, and facebook (where the tweets are cross-posted) I received almost forty demands that I post pictures. So here you go.

Bride of Other: Now to answer the other FAQs on this unlikely subject: (1). they cost $1.99 apiece and I bought two, hurrah, (2). I have no idea if this is a local thing or a chain-wide thing, sorry, (3). I am not interested in debating whether or not they are merely vintage or actually steampunk, because if the wacky flying machines and uptight corseted ladies licking plates is neither steamy nor punky enough for you, then we must lovingly agree to disagree.

Reason for Stopping: Husband will be home before terribly long, and I have some errands to run before he gets here. Besides, I reached the end of the chapter, banged out nearly 4000 words in about 2-1/2 hours, and I think that’s all my brain can manage today. [:: crashes now ::]

June 29, 2009

5 years, 3 months ago, in the early evening

Here’s today’s progress on the alternate-history battlefield adventure about a widowed nurse from a Confederate hospital aboard a west-bound train pulled by a Union war engine — now with military intrigue, steampunk Texas rangers, undead political separatists, murderous plots, bushwhackers, bandits, sabotage, and epic scenes of mayhem:

Project: Dreadnought
New Words: 3592 (not bad)
Present Total Word Count: 99,844 words
Goal: 120,000 words



Things Accomplished in Real Life: Performed day-job duties; did Monday grocery shopping; did a bunch of dishes; exchanged some important emails. Not much else, I’m afraid.

Other: On Saturday, Caitlin and I went down to the Army Surplus store and yea verily, we did nab a whole bunch of great stuff for future steampunk endeavors.* Then, later that evening, Caitlin and I were joined by Bear, Elaine, Torres, and eventually Ellen too … at the g0thbar, folks. Finally we rendezvoused to the iHop that’s (more or less) across the street, and I ate such food at such an hour that heartburn was pretty much a given. But it was totally worth it.

Other, redux: Yesterday morning I joined Bear again for (yet another go at) the Underground Tour and a jaunt to the aquarium. On our way, we saw a great deal of the PRIDE parade (which was about fifty different kinds of awesome), and lo, we did drink bubble tea and wander around the library and do touristy sort of things for a bit, which was a hoot. Following this, we met up with Mary Kay and did nom upon a very fine Mexican supper.

Other, sum-up: It has been a most excellent weekend, but I am very tired now and working more slowly than usual.

Son of Other: The inimitable Subterranean Press is running a 50% off sale. Details and such right here for your drooling pleasure.

Revenge of Other: My pal Psynde is up to her usual antics again, making gothy bling for Vampire Academy fans and lovers of shiny stuff alike. Behold.

Reason for Stopping: Need to take care of a few things before husband gets home from work. I feel like I should’ve written more today, but I had a hard time getting started; am exhausted from a couple days of non-stop activity, and this morning’s day-job work was a little tricky, so it took me awhile to get through what I wanted to finish. And I don’t sit down for writing work until I’ve finished day-job work.



* Including a set of WWII mountain climber’s goggles (for yours truly), complete with their original case and leather-and-fur eye-pieces. I also got an assortment of buttons, including one from a bombardier corps, a balloon corps, and a flight mechanics corps — not to mention a shiny lapel pin that declares me a “Jungle Expert” yet inexplicably features an image of a conquistador’s ship in full sail.

Things I learned today

5 years, 3 months ago, in the late evening

If you and your friend have become separated in a crowded venue, and you see that she is standing on tip-toe, searching for you, and her name happens to be “Bear” … then it is inadvertently hilarious to wave and shout, “Bear!” because people will duck and cover, man.

Also, it turns out that Seattle has a chapter of goth nun drag queens.
There is absolutely nothing I do not like about that.