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conversation with Gwen
Over lunch, today ( Read more... ) -
the day to day things
That's what I've been caught up with since October when the academic year started again ( Read more... ) -
did I remember to tell you the story of the time Gwen wore her PJs to the school Christmas party?
What, you say, no? Because I have barely written here at all in the last month and a half? Pish. Surely I must have. But if you insist ( Read more... ) -
Draft One
144 days.
Almost 300 handwritten A4 pages, which equates to roughly 550 A5 pages when typed.
104807 words, of which exactly 50,000 were written in November.
Approximately 1000 hours worth of Nightwish.
Draft Two (editing) starts tomorrow.
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it is a weird feeling
It is a weird thing, feeling things wrapping up, after this has taken up so much of my mind over the last four months, and particularly since September.
After it started taking up so much of my time, from the 2nd week of September, without any end seeming in sight, I decided to do NaNoWriMo as a way to get the damn thing done. 50,000 words in a ( Read more... ) -
justified
Yesterday I passed 250 handwritten pages (actually, way more because I haven't numbered wholly sequentially. But I actually wrote '250' in the upper right hand corner ( Read more... ) -
I'm finding I needn't have worried so much
Like many people, I grew up in the suburbs in a neighborhood with plenty of other children my age nearby, relative freedom as to where and with whom I went, and given that my mom did home day-care for a number of years, our house was general the place where the kids hung out anyway ( Read more... ) -
there I am, sitting on the couch...
Joel is over at the new house, and a phone rings. It's not mine; it's right next to me. It's not the landline, so, unless he's forgotten his mobile, which is unlikely but not impossible, it's his work mobile. But it's 9:30pm; that would be unusual. It rings a long time, so I text Joel to let him know his phone rang ( Read more... ) -
it's like she has this entire life separate from mine...
...and it's amazing ( Read more... ) -
academic parenting
The worst part about school? School holidays...which OF COURSE do not match up with academic holidays. When Gwen was at nursery, nursery was open every day that the university was open, with the exception of the first May bank holiday (I never understood why, of the two May bank holidays, academic staff, including nursery staff, got both of them ( Read more... )