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- - - THURSDAY THE 7TH OF NOVEMBER - - -
- - - DESIGNATED 'NO WRITING DAY' BY PERSON - - -
- - - LIVING ON THE ISLE OF WIGHT - - -
- - - MORE FOLLOWS - - -
The Project, or 'It' as the file on my computer is called, has progressed well. For 'progressed well' read 'I have mashed my hands to bits and my brain as well in the process of getting where I am today, but still kind of enjoyed it'.
The size of the beast, or rather the number of ( words in) the beast stands at a staggering-even-to-me 27, 494, as of about an hour ago when I called it a day.
My little finger feels as though it has been burned from the inside, poor thing, from all the 'shift' and 'ctrl' action on the right hand side of the keyboard.
Hence tomorrow, the 7th of November, being designated a 'no writing' day.
While on the scale of things at the moment, I have not finished typing from the original notes, and a tripling of length to include the desired detail; the descriptions of the scenes and the people, along with a bit of background info to give it a touch more depth, does not seem too far out of the bounds of possibility.
Three times 30,000 words is 90,000 words. Not too far off, as a couple of people have pointed out already, the length of your average insert B-WORD here. Now, I have not set out to write a insert B-WORD here, and this is, despite the length of it, just an exercise, and will remain so as long as I work on it. Writing something that feels and reads as real can only be the result of really, truly knowing how to get across something that is real, at least in my mind to begin with. That's why I'm doing this.
The Rest of My Rapidly Waning Life
- Interview Shock -
Checking my email on Tuesday I discovered that I had an interview. It was an interview arising from an application to British Nuclear Fuels Limited that I had more or less written off, from way back in early July, pre-graduation.
After a couple of months convincing people that they want to take me on to manage and develop their internet and television advertising, I now have to pull off the switch to convincing someone that they really want to let me decomission one of their old nuclear power stations.
Life, as I have said many times before and hope I will again, is a strange and beautiful thing.
Alice and I had a great weekend, chilling out, walking by the sea in the wind, eating pub lunches and Doritos.
Listening to: Frou Frou : Details (yes, STILL - it's quality), and Groove Armada: Goodbye Country (Hello Nightclub)
Reading: Alexander Solzenitsyn: 'One Day In The Life Of Ivan Denisovich', Bill Bryson: 'Neither Here Nor There'
Playing: Sid Meieieieieieieeier's 'Alpha Centauri'. ( I started an epic game - huge map, second-to-most difficult level the other day, and haven't even got very far now...mind you, I HAVE been writing a fair bit...)
Take care, people. Live big.