Week 3 story is at about 1,350 words — which, considering the overall Sahara-ness of my brain yesterday, is not too shabby. The story is taking on a life of its own, which is just the way I likes it — if the tone doesn’t click somewhere around the 1,000 word mark, then I start to worry. But click it has (hooray!) plus I have come up with a title.
*pats herself on the back*
Now I’ve just got to roll with it and double the size of the thing by Saturday. This evening at Sean’s reading (at Avid Reader in Brisbane–a great bookshop, BTW) petermball scoffed at my well-considered-and-not-naive plan to have a day off this weekend; a plan that hinges on the story being in draft form by Saturday morning. His eyes twinkled as he gave me a mental pat on the head for my audacity, so much like the Grinch giving Cindy-Lou Who a glass of water and tap-tapping her head before sending her off to bed, that I had to laugh. š
Angela and I, garbed in our magical dresses, then pulled a nerdy double escape act, and headed back to KG to write instead of getting all convivial at the Punjabi Palace with Sean, Kate, Rob and the rest of the Clarion ilk.
Considering it is now about 10 and I have yet to crit one story for tomorrow (and the crew are still out partying it up in Brisneyland) I feel our decision to pull a Houdini was well-founded.
Right then. Critting it is…
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Lisa L. Hannett 
It’s not that I think it impossible, just…unlikely. Plus, pulling off a free day at Clarion is the kind of thing you can only manage once, if your lucky, and it seems a waste to do so in the second week before things go truly crazy.
That sounds like a challenge, Monsieur Ball. One free day only,you say? Pah! Methinks one day a week is more like it… š
Your welcome to try; I just have my doubts – I measured out my time free from clarion in the span of minutes and hours.
Orin Doctor Who episodes; there is no clarion problem that Girl in the Fireplace cannot fix.
Note to self: get a copy of Girl in the Fireplace, STAT.
It’s an episode that’s truly worth it.
If nothing else, it restores your faith in the possibility of a sting-in-the-tail ending that’s actually good.
We have them. But you can’t see it until we finish the Christopher Eccleston season, on Saturday.
I have faith in her. I have seen her do it. We laugh in the face of your pessimism … even if we can’t spell it.
Our magic dresses fuel our pessimism, and make words appear on pages… Is there nothing they can’t do?? š
Be pants?
You can laugh in week 5. Up until then, I will meet your laughter with evil and infuriating smirking.
Except, your pants comment just made me laugh… Out loud, I might add. And it’s only week 2. š
And I’ll take your evil and infuriating smirking, so long as it’s delivered with a twinkle in your eye. Otherwise it’s no fun for anyone.
Well, given that the twinkle is more-or-less the only thing between me and true evil…
what *if* we stay sane and on message? what if we don’t crack?
Then you are women of iron, worthy of both fear oand respect. Not that either of you aren’t now, just, you know, moreso.
‘Course, Lisa did just laugh at a pants joke. That’s not a good sign.