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Metrics and memeage
Jul. 21st, 2010 07:02 pmNew words today: 1045
First new line: Men poured up the hill to the site of the abbot’s hall, crowding around the blackened walls.
(which is a bit clumsy and needs reworking, I think).
Hyfaidd is plotting and Owain is worried.
Writing meme question 5: By age, who is your youngest character? Oldest? How about “youngest” and “oldest” in terms of when you created them?
By age, Gif the dog is definitely the oldest -- she's only 9 months. And the Grass King has to be the oldest, given he's some kind of elemental embodiment thingy who has more or less always been.
In the other sense, discounting fanfic, Valdarrien has been around longest: I first wrote about him in 1989. The newest is a nameless monk who served Hyfaidd with a cup of water in what I wrote today.
It's too hot and I am, as a result, rather ratty. Horus has had a very long nap, as he refused to go out until after the builders had left for the day. And I am obliged to keep an eye on Moon, as they poured concrete today, and she has form in walking in it when wet. (We warned the builders about this, to which N, the main contractor, said, 'Ah, she wants to be famous.')
Skirt of the day: red and gold silk wrap.
First new line: Men poured up the hill to the site of the abbot’s hall, crowding around the blackened walls.
(which is a bit clumsy and needs reworking, I think).
Hyfaidd is plotting and Owain is worried.
Writing meme question 5: By age, who is your youngest character? Oldest? How about “youngest” and “oldest” in terms of when you created them?
By age, Gif the dog is definitely the oldest -- she's only 9 months. And the Grass King has to be the oldest, given he's some kind of elemental embodiment thingy who has more or less always been.
In the other sense, discounting fanfic, Valdarrien has been around longest: I first wrote about him in 1989. The newest is a nameless monk who served Hyfaidd with a cup of water in what I wrote today.
It's too hot and I am, as a result, rather ratty. Horus has had a very long nap, as he refused to go out until after the builders had left for the day. And I am obliged to keep an eye on Moon, as they poured concrete today, and she has form in walking in it when wet. (We warned the builders about this, to which N, the main contractor, said, 'Ah, she wants to be famous.')
Skirt of the day: red and gold silk wrap.
