Fictioneering binge resulted in 4,500 new words.
Not Bad.
Though “new words” itself is a bad metric: I could create 4,500 new words in under an hour simply by typing “This Sucks” 2,250 times.
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Some of what I wrote tickled me immensely—particularly the Infant Bat Graveyard riff I borrowed from![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wayfaringwordhack.
And this sentence that describes the two girls Dax sees in the otherwise empty Mills Mansion cafeteria: But the microwave was broken, and the Livingston Lounge deserted except for two cis-females who looked like they might belong to that ultra-conservative Christian fundamentalist sect that was forever sending its members off to audition for television shows about families with 19 children.
If you amuse yourself, you are ahead of the game, no?
Anyway, I have gotten Dax in front of the archival materials. They are even wearing white cotton gloves!
Work as Progressed here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1JFt_HDaThoI2_jU2VcEcygyvcX7-PkS3qp9HfTxnIFc/edit
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Today, it’s back to Remuneration.
Sybyl’s cat toys and prescription cat food don’t pay for themselves, you know.
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When I get back to fictioneering—a week if I’m disciplined, but since I’m not disciplined, more likely 10 days—Dax will have to create their own version of What’s Going On in the Manuscript. And then discover their version is wrong.
Unreliable narrators aren’t always unreliable because they’re lying, you know.
Somewhere along the way, I think Dax is gonna be Teddy Wharton for the Mills Mansion’s fabulous Lily Bart House Party.
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Meanwhile, the garden survived the rainfall without any damage. And peas have suddenly appeared:
I will harvest them today.
Also, Neem Oil seems to have fixed the basil plants.
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There is some sad garden news, though.
When I went out there yesterday, I saw that the roots of my spaghetti squash were completely infested by the dreaded squash vine borer even though the distal parts of the plant sported cheerful orange flowers, leaves like big green water lily pods, and the most adorable baby squashes ever.
Death is inevitable when the roots of a squash plant get infested by the dreaded squash vine borer.
The only real question is slow death? (Big green leaves wilting and dropping, cheerful flowers falling from the vine, etc)
Or quick death?
I opted for the latter. Dug up the plant.
I have a hard enough time trying to stop myself from anthropomorphizing my vegetables. The last thing I need is a week of beating my breast and lamenting while I watch one die.
Plus, it’s a collective garden. It’s not cool to expose other gardeners’ squashes to your squash diseases.
Fortunately, black pepper is a very effective squash vine borer deterrent, and if I weren’t so scatterbrained, I would have applied the stuff prophylactically when I first planted the seedlings.
I immediately applied black pepper to all my other squash plants (none of which showed signs of infection.)
And I’ll trip on over to the garden store today and buy more spaghetti squash seedlings.
Squash like to linger long into the autumn.
Planting squash now should work out fine.
Not Bad.
Though “new words” itself is a bad metric: I could create 4,500 new words in under an hour simply by typing “This Sucks” 2,250 times.
###
Some of what I wrote tickled me immensely—particularly the Infant Bat Graveyard riff I borrowed from
wayfaringwordhack.And this sentence that describes the two girls Dax sees in the otherwise empty Mills Mansion cafeteria: But the microwave was broken, and the Livingston Lounge deserted except for two cis-females who looked like they might belong to that ultra-conservative Christian fundamentalist sect that was forever sending its members off to audition for television shows about families with 19 children.
If you amuse yourself, you are ahead of the game, no?
Anyway, I have gotten Dax in front of the archival materials. They are even wearing white cotton gloves!
Work as Progressed here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1JFt_HDaThoI2_jU2VcEcygyvcX7-PkS3qp9HfTxnIFc/edit
###
Today, it’s back to Remuneration.
Sybyl’s cat toys and prescription cat food don’t pay for themselves, you know.
###
When I get back to fictioneering—a week if I’m disciplined, but since I’m not disciplined, more likely 10 days—Dax will have to create their own version of What’s Going On in the Manuscript. And then discover their version is wrong.
Unreliable narrators aren’t always unreliable because they’re lying, you know.
Somewhere along the way, I think Dax is gonna be Teddy Wharton for the Mills Mansion’s fabulous Lily Bart House Party.
###
Meanwhile, the garden survived the rainfall without any damage. And peas have suddenly appeared:
I will harvest them today.
Also, Neem Oil seems to have fixed the basil plants.
###
There is some sad garden news, though.
When I went out there yesterday, I saw that the roots of my spaghetti squash were completely infested by the dreaded squash vine borer even though the distal parts of the plant sported cheerful orange flowers, leaves like big green water lily pods, and the most adorable baby squashes ever.
Death is inevitable when the roots of a squash plant get infested by the dreaded squash vine borer.
The only real question is slow death? (Big green leaves wilting and dropping, cheerful flowers falling from the vine, etc)
Or quick death?
I opted for the latter. Dug up the plant.
I have a hard enough time trying to stop myself from anthropomorphizing my vegetables. The last thing I need is a week of beating my breast and lamenting while I watch one die.
Plus, it’s a collective garden. It’s not cool to expose other gardeners’ squashes to your squash diseases.
Fortunately, black pepper is a very effective squash vine borer deterrent, and if I weren’t so scatterbrained, I would have applied the stuff prophylactically when I first planted the seedlings.
I immediately applied black pepper to all my other squash plants (none of which showed signs of infection.)
And I’ll trip on over to the garden store today and buy more spaghetti squash seedlings.
Squash like to linger long into the autumn.
Planting squash now should work out fine.
