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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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An Astonishing Simulation

Posted by Dirck on 14 December, 2018

Today’s film exactly replicates the experience of watching TV as a child in the mid-1970s. It also gives a very good idea of what watching TV in the Netherlands is like for an English speaker.

On the second point, there’s not so many horrifying hellbeasts on Dutch TV… or at least there weren’t the last time I was there.

Today’s pen: Pilot Vanishing Point
Today’s ink: Herbin Vert de Gris

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Posted by Dirck on 6 December, 2018

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 3 December
  • 4 December
  • 5 December
  • 6 December
  • Second draft of an as yet untitled Christmas story
  • Final draft of Wassail, which finally grew a title.
  • Final draft of “Palmer’s Folly”
  • 2239 typed words.
  • Gentle polishing.
  • Adjustment of contours

To expand, on a couple of points– the more important of which is that “Wassail” is out in public right this very instant!!! on my writing side. As a special bonus, the recipe for eggnog which my family has enjoyed for at least two generations (a third awaits the arrival of drinking age) is in a link hidden away in the copyright notice at the bottom of the story.  You’ve still got time to make some!

Also, while I’m still not quite convinced “Palmer’s Folly” will ever add its weight to slush pile, my readers have told me they enjoyed it. Since they’re entirely willing to dash my feelings against rocks in response to “tell me what you think of this story,” it’s probably not mere words of gentle friendship. Debate continues.

This was a quite productive week, to, when you consider that there was a power failure on the 4th, affecting a lot of the province for about six hours. Oddly, The Regular Job was dark, but home had power. Lucky me! I was sent home because productivity was impossible, and I managed gobs of it!

For a sense of scale, from the bottom right corner of the outage to the upper left extent of it is about 600km– so at highway speed, you could only just drive across it while the lights were out, if there were a single road running that way.

 

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Posted by Dirck on 29 November, 2018

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 26 November
  • 27 November
  • 28 November
  • 29 November
  • MUCH BETTER second draft of “Heretics.”
  • First draft of an as yet untitled Christmas story
  • 1801 typed words in total.
  • 12 manuscript pages.

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Winter Fun!

Posted by Dirck on 23 November, 2018

We had freezing fog here this week. Freezing at this time of year is not uncommon, but fog is pretty rare. It lasted the better part of a day, and unlike freezing rain what it mainly did was make things pretty–

So, I’m willing to be charitable, for the moment, about winter. Let’s go sledding!

Today’s pen: Pilot Vanishing Point

Today’s ink: Herbin Vert de Gris

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Posted by Dirck on 15 November, 2018

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 12 November
  • 13 November
  • 14 November
  • 15 November
  • First draft of “Heretics”†
  • 11 manuscript pages.

†While I technically began this one rather a while ago, this week saw a complete change in direction which we might as well call a do-over. For a change, I’m actually pleased with how it’s currently developing, despite the apparent slowness (Monday was a household chores day, enhanced by a horrible cat/plant interaction with much fallout).‡

…so Fate is shaping up to keep me from touching it again until next Tuesday, alas.

 

‡The cat is fine.

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Posted by Dirck on 8 November, 2018

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 5 November
  • 6 November
  • 7 November
  • 8 November
  • Second draft of “Palmer’s Folly”
  • Third draft of “Palmer’s Folly”†
  • Third draft of “Kick a Cat…”
  • 465 typed words.
  • Additions and removals, which stuffed in a further 348 words.
  • Rounding of high points, filling of gaps.

†This story has really been dodging me, and I’m not convinced it’s done– while it’s now in a state that others can see it, and it produces more or less the effect I was after, but I was struck last night as sleep descended with a much more betterer approach to the whole damn narrative. This one in its current form and “Kick a Cat…” may have been mere experiments of writing, destined to lie on a shelf forever (unless I become famous, in which case they might disappoint readers of a posthumous anthology).

‡I’m not given to saying this, but I’m really not enjoying my time with this pen– it and my hand don’t work well together. I won’t condemn the model as objectively bad, since it’s doing pretty much everything a pen ought, but I think I’m going to retire it from my lineup. I have, fortunately, other pens I may resort to.

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Posted by Dirck on 19 October, 2017

This Week’s Pens Inks How Much Novel Progress
  • 2,901 words typed

Hey, that’s a more productive week!  Since we’re getting close to the anniversary of this project, now is as good a time as any to announce:  This project will absolutely be finished long after we pass that anniversary.  Earlier optimism on this point was unfounded, and now that I’ve got a strong sense of my weekly output… February *mbbl*th is the likely completion date.  Not what I’d hoped, but given the tiny slice of time I can apply to the matter, I’m actually feeling pretty good about that.

Speaking of feeling pretty good, and to wrap up a slightly loose end from last week.  Doctor seen, x-rays taken, and the verdict is– if the knee is sore, put on a brace for a while, and take a mild anti-inflammatory (which most popular over-the-counter pain relief is).  No other treatment needed.  I may yet dance!

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Posted by Dirck on 12 October, 2017

This Week’s Pens Inks How Much Novel Progress
  • 793 words typed

That’s a pretty weak showing for the week. Let me explain, and perhaps even justify.  Monday was Thanksgiving up here in the Great White North, and that meant I was paddling about the house doing important house stuff prior to heading to my in-laws’ place for the traditional attempt to eat enough to last out the whole winter.  And that meant no writing.

But wait!  There’s more!  Today, indeed even as this entry is being posted by cool and unsympathetic electronic hands, I am off to see my doctor.  You may remember that in December and then again in April I mentioned having wrenched the crap out of my knee.  Up until the last week of September, I would have told you that I was pretty much recovered from this.  Mid-way through that week, for absolutely no reason I could notice, the knee was all inflamed and painful again; no new acrobatics, no attempted heroics, not even inclement weather.  That became the point at which I allowed common sense to overcome self-destructive idiotic laziness; I made an appointment to have it looked at.

Given the intermittent use of Canada’s handling of health-care in the debate over how things might be re-arranged in the US, I’m going to talk about this astonishing delay for a moment. I will admit that the distance between making the appointment and its arrival is somewhat inconvenient, although the leg is back to being merely somewhat sore.  However, I don’t want anyone to point at this and shout, “There!  See the horrible toll TEH SOCIALIZISMS takes on those poor benighted fools in Canada!” Here’s my take on this delay–

First of all, my doctor is quite good, popular and getting to be of an age where he wants to work less than five days a week; this makes for a full calendar.  Given that the most recent injury was five months ago, I can hardly call this an emergency, and even if I did call it an emergency, it’s not an Emergency Room emergency.  I could have, if moved by relentless agony, have sat for a couple of hours in any one of a number of open clinics around the city, and have my problem seen to by a competent if unfamiliar doctor (and thus left the emergency room less burdened by dummies like me and able to concentrate on people in authentic serious emergency trouble).  The delay is the price I pay for insisting on seeing the doctor I have chosen… which we can do here in Canada, honest.

Importantly, whether I wait several hours in an ER (because triage would put me waaaaay down the list of people needing attention), a couple of hours at a clinic, or a couple of weeks while the line of many satisfied patients my doctor enjoys cycles through to me, I am not paying for it.  Yes, I am paying for it through taxes, and that’s fine with me, because I’d be paying taxes anyway, and at about the same rate if I lived in neighbouring North Dakota, the same way I’m paying for police and fire departments and all that other stuff that people forget about when they complain about taxes.  However, my experience today will include no billing– I enter, I am probed, I get medical advice on my physical state, I leave and that’s that.  If I am sent for x-rays, same deal, but with extra radiation.  If the doctor tells me to come back in a month to see how I’m getting on, then it’s the same deal again.  If I have to start a long series of treatments because he notices I have a powerful and long-simmering case of The Spon Plague, then it’s still the same deal.  Watch as carefully as you like, as no time will my wallet leave my pocket.

I think that’s a pretty good deal, and certainly worth the .  I don’t know why people in the US resist it so fiercely (other than that they’ve been convinced by the people who make money off their system that it’s the only way to roll).

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Posted by Dirck on 5 October, 2017

This Week’s Pens Inks How Much Novel Progress
  • 2,977 words typed

I applied a little thought (uh-oh) to the pace of work, and it appears I’m not going to have something to dangle in front of publishers and/or agents until late January at earliest.

Sigh.

But, as the movie said, if you rush a miracle man, you get lousy miracles.

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