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Posted by Dirck on 14 November, 2019

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 11 November
  • 12 November
  • 13 November
  • 14 November
  • The Yearly Remembrance Weep
  • First draft of “Grand Finale”
  • First draft of “Vacation Slides”
  • More health care stuff
  • Copious
  • Six manuscript pages.
  • Four manuscript pages.
  • A prescription!

 

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Posted by Dirck on 7 November, 2019

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 4 November
  • 5 November
  • 6 November
  • 7 November
  • I may have taken a day off.
  • Third draft of “Whistling Through the Graveyard”.
  • Some non-writing stuff to do with last week’s alarming note.
  • First draft of “Grand Finale”
  • No sleaves (sic) unravelled, alas.
  • Polished and fit to present.
  • Questions answered, future appointments made.
  • Six manuscript pages.

 

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Posted by Dirck on 20 September, 2018

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 17 September
  • 18 September
  • 19 September
  • 20 September
  • Second draft of “Kick a Cat…”
  • 2815 typed words

Those who were paying attention for about four hours yesterday will have seen a gestational version of this post– apparently somebody hit POST rather than SAVE yesterday. I will put this down to mental exhaustion– the rowers are all present on their benches now, but the guy in the jerkin keeps banging away on his drum.

Tonight is going to be full of powerful mental activity: choosing and inking pens for tomorrow’s Pelikan Hub! The New Classic is definitely coming along. I think one of the P1s will, too, and some of the less-known (at least around here) cheap moderns– I know the local hubmaster is bringing a plentiful selection of Souveräns for other attendees to ogle, and my thing has always been breadth of collection rather than depth.  Still, I’ll likely bring my own M600 along, because it would be mean to not take it to a party meant for it.

I may also bring some not-Pelikans, too, just to keep accusations of favouritism down a little.

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Posted by Dirck on 13 September, 2018

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 10 September
  • 11 September
  • 12 September
  • 13 September
  • First draft of “Kick a Cat…”
  • Second draft of “Kick a Cat…”
  • 16 manuscript pages.
  • 784 typed words

 

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Posted by Dirck on 6 September, 2018

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 3 September
  • 4 September
  • 5 September
  • 6 September
  • Third Draft of “A Legion of Candles.”
  • Third Draft of “The Third Frame.”
  • First draft of “Kick a Cat…”
  • The grinding, faceting and polishing of a gem of deathless prose!
  • Um… ditto.
  • 13 manuscript pages.

I hope you all enjoyed Labour Day. I marked it by labouring to keep the Lego glaciers of my son’s making from engulfing the living room, which kept me from the Choose Your Own project.

If you missed it in the sidebar– there’s a new story on the writing site, the genesis of which I explain in this post.

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Posted by Dirck on 30 August, 2018

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 27 August
  • 28 August
  • 29 August
  • 30 August
  • First draft of “The Third Frame.”
  • First draft of “Kick a Cat…”
  • Second raft of “The Third Frame.”
  • Fourteen manuscript pages.
  • Seven manuscript pages.
  • 1106 typed words

The little bit of “Kick a Cat…” was actually done on Tuesday, in interstice produced by a dental appointment keeping me from The Regular Job in the morning, and I was not inclined to step into the office until just before Mr. Slate yanks on the birdasaurus’s tail to indicate the end of lunch. But why lose a day of writing, even though I’m away from the current project? A stop at a dollar store on my way to a post-dental lunch produced a notebook with shockingly good paper (seriously, it’s somewhere between Rhodia and Tomoe River), and I used my lunch stop to write publicly like a damned hipster.

French onion soup, a chicken breast pretending to be a burger by hiding under bacon, and a pen that’s a little too fine for the job at hand; how I enjoyed some free time on Tuesday.

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Posted by Dirck on 23 August, 2018

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 20 August
  • 21 August
  • 22 August
  • 23 August
  • Second draft† of “A Legion of Candles.”
  • Third (Threcond? Secird?) draft of the same.
  • Third draft of “When Regrets Replace Dreams.”
  • 56 words typed.‡
  • 6,250 words all together, many pre-typed.
  • So many typos. So many.

 

†Usually my path is hand-written first, typed second, and then off for comment by readers before third. This story got a complete POV change and I didn’t feel like restarting the process, so because I’m the boss of me! we might consider this second draft more of a v.1.1.

‡ After vast struggle to push the narrative forward on Monday, I realized belatedly that it wasn’t moving because it had fetched up against the buffers at the last station on the line. Those 56 words are vanishing as I smack around the current version into the usual “second draft” shape, so what this really records is the waste of a whole writing session.

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Posted by Dirck on 16 August, 2018

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 13 August
  • 14 August
  • 15 August
  • 16 August
  • Second Draft of the choose-your-own project.†
  • Second draft of “A Legion of Candles.”
  • About 1,700 words typed.
  • 2,106 words typed.

 

For those who don’t look in at my fictional enterprise, or notice the slowly changing links to it over in the side-bar– I sold a story! Two years ago! And now it’s been published! I hasten to add that the delay was due to the work of some sinister outside forces who committed an outrage upon the publication; the publication are not to blame for it, and I’m glad they’re back even leaving aside that they have brought forth my story as part of that return.

†Well, I was an industrious lad over the weekend, wasn’t I? Part of this is down to the record-setting heat of last weekend; at 41F, I’m pleased to find a reason to be in the basement.

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Posted by Dirck on 23 March, 2017

This Week’s Pens Inks How Much Novel Written
  • 17 manuscript pages†

†I took Monday off work so my wife and I could have a nice St. Valentine’s Day lunch at one of our favourite local restaurants.  If the lateness of that observation troubles you (external forces at work; if we could have swung it, it would have been on or near the right date), then take it was our celebration of the arrival of the vernal equinox.  The part of the day I would have been writing in was otherwise engaged.

Also, today’s output was seven pages, despite yesterday afternoon’s tacit admission by the provincial government that they have indeed mismanaged the economy into a dark, glowing sulfurous hole, and thus will be eliminating as much as they can in the new budget of things that make life here tolerable (seriously; 100% reduction of funding for urban libraries).  That I didn’t just spend my whole lunch hour shrieking obscenities in the direction of the Legislature is a testament to my work ethic.

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Stereotyping

Posted by Dirck on 17 March, 2017

Well, yes, it is St. Patrick’s Day, isn’t it, when all of us with a sense of Irish culture want to hide in the basement and slowly absorb the contents of a bottle of Bushmills to keep the pangs of despair at bay.  We know, in our hearts, that the cultural misappropriation machine that passes for culture in North America is causing the scene below to occur in a thousand thousand bars, and never a thought given to the Fianna or Cú Chulainn or the serious unwisdom of invoking a descendant of the Tuatha Dé Danann to flog cereal with little coloured marshmallows in it.

On a side note, I’ve seen Memphis Belle at least five times in my life, and as good as it is, I think it’s caused me to exceed my lifetime exposure allowance to that song.  My liver hurts, and not from the whiskey.

Today’s pen: Sheaffer Imperial Triumph
Today’s ink: Herbin Lie de Thé

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