that WRITER
that has written forty thousand words in twenty-two days.
Onwards and upwards.
and tonight, I am pooped.
You heard it here first:
SIOFRA: Irish Gaelic name meaning “elf.”
Surely a character will appear for this name.
On the other hand, this is a cool name for a faery elder:
LÍADÁIN: Variant spelling of Irish Gaelic Líadan, meaning “grey lady.”
I wrote 1975 words today (and no I’m not going to write 25 more to make it a nice round 2000) which is a lot of words and pretty much all I did was write of fulfilling a promise my main made awhile ago… while waiting to find out what the big something that is about to be thrust upon the two mains is.
On break today I wrote, as in on paper with a pencil, a list of topics from the story so far, that might be involved in the BIG THING. I have no idea what it’s going to be.
I hope I figure it out soon. I’ve run out of errands for them to do.
Life touches nothing, life teaches what it can
It can hold us all to ransom, the woman and the man
Over the mountains and out across the trees
On weathered wings he soars into the silence on the edges of the breeze
And he speaks to meCHORUS
From up here I’ve seen the broken truth
I have heard that old eternal lie
From way up here I’ve seen the wasted youth
From up here I’ve heard the old man cry
Saying who am I.
From – Who Am I, Music and Lyrics by Dougie MacLean
And in the bean, I mean, WORD counting department, things are going along pretty well. As I explained to my write-in group tonight, when asked how it was going, I said ‘Good. I have gotten to the part of the story where something BIG is going to happen. I just don’t know yet what the something is. Yet.”
Employ thy time well if thou means to gain leisure.
