and the doorstop continues
Jun. 2nd, 2006 04:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mmegaeraDoorstop being the operative word. As in Gabaldonish. Or Micheneresque. Considering that until this book my problem was always writing too *short,* this is weird. The 600 manuscript page barrier has been broken as of the end of Chapter 26.
Chapter 26 did not have the content in it that I thought it was going to going in. And a whole host of motivations came home to roost, in a way that I didn't expect *at all.* Not that this was a bad thing necessarily, esp. for the plot, although what happened had some personal resonances that were rather uncomfortable, but sometimes it would be nice to know ahead of time. I am supposed to be the one in charge here, theoretically. (okay, you in the back, quit cackling)
So Charley is, at last, bless him, on his way back to the Park. Sans Emma. And we can ditch the mushy parts for a while. [snicker]
I can see clearly now, the end is near... And I even know what the last line is going to be. Something concrete to work towards. Who woulda thunk it.
In other news, the first few blocks of Loralee's crane quilt are on my design wall, looking lusciously three-dimensional. I'm almost done quilting the second row of the flying geese blocks on the bears in the woods quilt. I knew I missed quilting last winter. I just didn't realize how joyful actually quilting again was going to be.
The Midwestern-style downpours of the last couple of days knocked down the poppies, which was already leaning because of the shade cast by the alder from hell. I'd only been waiting for that sucker to bloom for two years [sigh]. The iris are almost finished blooming, but my fairy rose is covered with buds, and everything else is just waiting for a few more days of sun (hopefully next week) to bust out all over. I can't wait.
Onward and sideways.
Chapter 26 did not have the content in it that I thought it was going to going in. And a whole host of motivations came home to roost, in a way that I didn't expect *at all.* Not that this was a bad thing necessarily, esp. for the plot, although what happened had some personal resonances that were rather uncomfortable, but sometimes it would be nice to know ahead of time. I am supposed to be the one in charge here, theoretically. (okay, you in the back, quit cackling)
So Charley is, at last, bless him, on his way back to the Park. Sans Emma. And we can ditch the mushy parts for a while. [snicker]
I can see clearly now, the end is near... And I even know what the last line is going to be. Something concrete to work towards. Who woulda thunk it.
In other news, the first few blocks of Loralee's crane quilt are on my design wall, looking lusciously three-dimensional. I'm almost done quilting the second row of the flying geese blocks on the bears in the woods quilt. I knew I missed quilting last winter. I just didn't realize how joyful actually quilting again was going to be.
The Midwestern-style downpours of the last couple of days knocked down the poppies, which was already leaning because of the shade cast by the alder from hell. I'd only been waiting for that sucker to bloom for two years [sigh]. The iris are almost finished blooming, but my fairy rose is covered with buds, and everything else is just waiting for a few more days of sun (hopefully next week) to bust out all over. I can't wait.
Onward and sideways.
