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Posted by Dirck on 27 June, 2019

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 24 June
  • 25 June
  • 26 June
  • 27 June
  • First draft of “Those Whom Ambition Calls”.
  • Second draft of same.
  • 10 manuscript pages.
  • 908 typed words.

I can’t say any more than this, although I am fairly bursting with it: I’ve had acceptances of two stories, and two more have been declared short-listed by the publications I sent them to. I will, obviously, be shouting about venues when I’m able (although the latter two may not resolve themselves for a few months, yet, and based on the production history of another anthology I’d love to point the world to, a similar delay may affect the others).

†The pen in the rotation was the Pelikan P1, but someone was very distracted by having to leave early to take the van in for some repairs (cheaper than promised, hoorah) so the on-deck Pen of Fiction gets to have a round of general duties for a day.

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Confrontation Makes for Clicks!

Posted by Dirck on 21 June, 2019

…and who doesn’t enjoy playing the clickbait game now and then? Since I am doing another pen-tuning clinic this weekend, it’s about time I had a little more pen action here. So, get your popcorn, perch near the edge of your seat, and watch as the case is made that one perfectly nice fountain pen is superior to another:

Do I have an opinion? Of course, for I am human and issued with them along with tubes and orifices by whatever agency created me. It’s not a particularly strong opinion, though, because as I hinted above, both are perfectly nice pens. I incline very slightly toward the Lamy, on the basis of weight and low-ink indicator (which is derided as an inadequate ink window in the video; that’s not what it’s for). If I have any real objection to the Pilot, it’s that the all-black trim of the specific example in the video turns none of my cranks. That’s not a strong objection.

Today’s pen: Parker Duofold
Today’s ink: Lamy black

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Posted by Dirck on 13 June, 2019

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 10 June
  • 11 June
  • 12 June
  • 13 June
  • First draft of “Found on Roadside, Dead.”
  • Second draft of “Found on Roadside, Dead”.
  • 2 manuscript pages.
  • 2152 typed words.

Where, oh where, that huge speed of a couple of weeks ago? Well, it’s probably being absorbed by long stretched of pensive sitting. Sometimes the second draft differs from the first only in tiny matters of a word here, a phrase moved a little. This time, there’s a wholesale transformation; ensemble piece down to a single player, vast adjustments in the emphases in descriptions, and a shift of overall tone from BOYS ADVENTURE to quiet elegy (that’s possibly a little too grand, but I’ll leave it to make myself feel like an artist). So, yeah, pensive sitting. The slow turning of the creative millstones. There’s no set deadline on this one, so that’s just fine.

Edit: I have no idea how I managed to get the dates of the week two weeks ahead, as they were before this edit. Wishful desire for my summer break, probably.

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Posted by Dirck on 6 June, 2019

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 3 June
  • 4 June
  • 5 June
  • 6 June
  • First draft of “Found on Roadside, Dead.”
  • Second draft of “Fourteen Nights of Day” (a working title).
  • Third draft of “Tiger on My Back”.
  • 6 manuscript pages.
  • -812 typed words.
  • Complete and submitted instantly.

There is a negative number in the progress this week. I wrapped up the story, and found it was over the word limit given out by the target anthology’s call for submissions. So, last week’s remarkable output proves to have been a bit of a foot-shoot.

I am, alas, not surprised by this development. But it’s done now, two words under the limit, and ready for examination by my patient readers.

Those who actually follow these updates will be shocked at how long I left “Tiger on My Back” sitting in a commented-upon-yet-unedited state. Well, I started some other stuff, then found the call “Fourteen Nights” responds to… and having thumbed through it when the last reader finished I figured the gratifyingly few issues they found were low priority. Until I found another call for submissions yesterday, seeking WW2-related stories. I’m susceptible to magical thinking, and submitting today of all days with that as the criteria was irresistible.

And for those who are feeling clever– yes, indeed, it is that kind of Tiger.

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Posted by Dirck on 30 May, 2019

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 27 May
  • 28 May
  • 29 May
  • 30 May
  • First draft of “Found on Roadside, Dead.”
  • Second draft of “Fourteen Nights of Day” (a working title).
  • 6 manuscript pages.
  • 4247 typed words.

I don’t know about you folks, but I’m stunned at this week’s output. When did I learn to type that fast while making use of my creative faculties?

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Posted by Dirck on 3 January, 2019

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 31 December
  • 1 January
  • 2 January
  • 3 January
  • Scrambling in pursuit of a functional iPad.
  • Baking for a family New Year’s Day meal.
  • Second draft of “Preserve My Fondest Memories.”
  • Apparent success†
  • see below
  • 1179 typed words, and complete.

I decided to try a new thing with baking– flaky rolls. Since I had some success, I’ll share.

First, make up a batch of rough puff pastry dough (which sounds like it should be swaggering along an alley in a Carebears setting, does it not?). I amended that recipe in using common Canadian all-purpose flour and salt of unknown provenance, and rather than carefully “rubbing in” the butter, I just let my stand mixer molest the butter into the flour until it was in smallish bits before adding the water..

After the final rest and chill of the dough, roll it out, then cut it into twelve squares about 10cm on a side. With each square, fold the corners into the middle and press then down so they stick together (this is purely decorative; I expect more or less the same results from just folding in half along whatever axis tickles your fancy). Arrange on a baking sheet lined with parchment, brush with beaten egg, and cook at 375F for about 35 minutes. It’s almost like croissants, but with substantially less faffing about with rising– I finished this in under an hour and a half, and you really can’t get croissants in less than eight hours.

As a bonus, there’s the trimmed edges of the dough which you can… if you’re inclined… form into twists, throw on a sheet of their own, and sprinkle with cinnamon and sugar. You could even, if feeling very charitable, tell the other members of your family about having made these little side-treats.

† No sign of the misery the initial iPad offered. Indeed, 747 words of this week’s production were banged out using tablet and its Bluetooth-enthralled keyboard, as a proof of concept effort. I may soon become a stereotype writer, lurking in a corner of a cafe and clattering away for hours after ordering a single inexpensive beverage.

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Posted by Dirck on 28 December, 2018

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 24 December
  • 25-27 December
  • 28 December
  • First draft of “Preserve My Fondest Memories.”
  • Festive Family Frolicking
  • Not much of anything, alas.
  • 5 manuscript pages.
  • PREPARATION OF TECHNOLOGY
  • Use lunch hour for lunch? Lunacy!

I’ll get into that technology thing on Monday, when I’m considering the year in review. As one does at this time of year.

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Posted by Dirck on 20 December, 2018

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 17 December
  • 18 December
  • 19 December
  • 20 December
  • First draft of “Fresh Milk.”
  • First draft of “Preserve My Fondest Memories.”‡
  • 9 manuscript pages.
  • 5 pages.

Holy cats. That’s a wholly unplanned run of Herbin inks. Good thing the Vanishing Point ran dry so I can bring in something else, eh?

†I’ve run into some incontrovertible evidence that the number I’m relying on is a date-code. So it’s not a Sailor 102… it’s a Sailor pocket pen made in February of 1971, the model of which I still have to work out. The page will be updating soon to reflect this.

What appears to be becoming a common unease with the result of the first draft has settled onto me regarding “Fresh Milk.” This makes sense, for a change, because the idea only lightbulbed its way into my life the day before I started on it. “Preserve…” on the other hand is something that has been lying patient in the root-cellar for quite some time now, sprouting pale, curling ramifications; only the first day of work on it, but it’s looking like it’s going to develop as I’d hoped while “Fresh Milk” gets to rest and ferment a little.††

††Yes, that is a mixed metaphor. I will also mix gin with tonic or whiskey with Drambuie, when the mood strikes.

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Posted by Dirck on 22 February, 2018

Before getting to the usual meat of Thursday, the other sort of progress report.  I’ve fixed the thing that was broken with the site!  However, I broke some other stuff getting that accomplished.  You will get more than a blank screen now, but you won’t get the sought-for content.  Yet.  Work continues, when I’m able.

This Week’s Pens Inks How Much Novel Progress
  • 4,148 words typed.

Holy moly, that’s pretty good, eh?  I will dash water upon myself that pointing out that last week got exactly as much done as I reported here; absolutely nothing.  On average over the two weeks… a little scanty.

However, let be not cling to gloom.  This week’s big number is thanks to me having been at least prepared to get some work done away from The Regular Job, if the dual entertainments of decluttering and quivering in the throes of mental stress’s equivalent of the Bends allowed.  Monday was Family Day here in Saskatchewan (or, as we traditionalists call it What Do You Mean You Want An Actual Day Off In February Isn’t Valentine Chocolate Sufficient Day), and I actually found a couple of hours loose in the afternoon in which I could grapple with a keyboard.  That one session was equivalent to a full week’s working through lunch.

And so, I start to think, which is ever dangerous.  Shall I break in upon the relaxation of the weekend with this other sort of work?  Shall I take away time I might devote to baking an injurious dessert for the weekly family get-together?  Will I at last admit that time spent driving and destroying imaginary tanks, however little of it I do in a week, is not time best spent?  I think, given how long this novel is taking and how much is left, I had better give it a try.

Speaking of “how long”, my initial length estimate hilariously tells me that I have only 4,034 words left until completion.  The initial estimate is, and let me whisper where it cannot hear me, completely off its rocker. The more-likely estimate says a bit over 20,000 words yet to go. Which, at the pace of all weeks before this one, means another eight weeks of typing (curse you, groundhog!).  The idea of nearly doubling my pace begins to glow with attraction.

Which means I’d better get the site sorted out tonight.

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Posted by Dirck on 8 February, 2018

This Week’s Pens Inks How Much Novel Progress
  •  2,691 words typed.

As a small indication of the sort of time I’ve been enjoying the last couple of weeks; I only just now noticed that the thing I had meant to post last Friday… isn’t. Isn’t up. Isn’t around. Isn’t available. I put the effort into writing one, but there is no trace of it whatsoever. This gives me a slight headstart on tomorrow, since I have a memory of what it was, but to not have noticed at all AND to have it vanish is disconcerting.

I will not put this down to the Mandela effect, as much fun as side-slipping through the multiverse might be, but simply to my own stress-cracked brain. To address this issue, I’m taking next week off from The Regular Job. This may see a dose of writing done, since my son will be in school and he’s the main impediment to writing at home (I love him, and he loves me; his manifests as “you must watch this Annoying Orange video with me again” and mine manifests as submission to that insistence).  However, I may also just sleep for 127 hours without a break, too.  We’ll see how that works out.

One of the minor positive elements to not having sold the novel to anyone yet, nor secured an agent; no deadline.

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