Out of the block!
I told you I'd beat it, and I did. Three days of zero writing can do wonders when you're working at NaNo speed seven days a week. I wrote just over a thousand words yesterday, which is worse than usual, but better than nothing.
I hope to be back at my usual rate by tomorrow at the latest, and as I'm literally in the last chapter (with the exception of the pseudo-epilogue), I should be finished in just under a week. Then I'll get my first lot of revision done and pray it all hangs together.
What other exciting things have happened? Oh yes, the snow. We don't usually get much here, but I measured a total of about two inches during the course of today and yesterday (not all at once; some of it melted). The forest is almost hauntingly beautiful in the snow; the birch thickets and larch groves give it an almost alpine serenity, and even the uniform plantations of Corsican Pine take on a magical radiance. We don't get enough snow here. Winter seems to be in the blood of the English. Snow also helps to highlight the sheer ancientness of the landscape of the Sandlings--humans have lived here for a hundred thousand years, since the tail end of the last Ice Age. I have found flint tools made by Neanderthals; even the comparatively common Mesolithic and early Neolithic flints are pretty ancient by any standard. What's the saying? 'To an American, a hundred years is a long time, but to an Englishman, a hundred miles is a long way.' *grins* The Sandlings is an incredibly ancient realm, and yet it's such a small place; I can walk to the far western borders of the area in only a few hours.
I'm itching to post photographs here; I wish I had a Blogger Pro account. Maybe I'll invest in one sometime.
I told you I'd beat it, and I did. Three days of zero writing can do wonders when you're working at NaNo speed seven days a week. I wrote just over a thousand words yesterday, which is worse than usual, but better than nothing.
I hope to be back at my usual rate by tomorrow at the latest, and as I'm literally in the last chapter (with the exception of the pseudo-epilogue), I should be finished in just under a week. Then I'll get my first lot of revision done and pray it all hangs together.
What other exciting things have happened? Oh yes, the snow. We don't usually get much here, but I measured a total of about two inches during the course of today and yesterday (not all at once; some of it melted). The forest is almost hauntingly beautiful in the snow; the birch thickets and larch groves give it an almost alpine serenity, and even the uniform plantations of Corsican Pine take on a magical radiance. We don't get enough snow here. Winter seems to be in the blood of the English. Snow also helps to highlight the sheer ancientness of the landscape of the Sandlings--humans have lived here for a hundred thousand years, since the tail end of the last Ice Age. I have found flint tools made by Neanderthals; even the comparatively common Mesolithic and early Neolithic flints are pretty ancient by any standard. What's the saying? 'To an American, a hundred years is a long time, but to an Englishman, a hundred miles is a long way.' *grins* The Sandlings is an incredibly ancient realm, and yet it's such a small place; I can walk to the far western borders of the area in only a few hours.
I'm itching to post photographs here; I wish I had a Blogger Pro account. Maybe I'll invest in one sometime.
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