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In Remembrance

Thursday, November 11th, 2010

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

– John McCrae

Reply to Flanders Fields

Oh! sleep in peace where poppies grow;
The torch your falling hands let go
Was caught by us, again held high,
A beacon light in Flanders sky
That dims the stars to those below.
You are our dead, you held the foe,
And ere the poppies cease to blow,
We’ll prove our faith in you who lie
In Flanders Fields.
Oh! rest in peace, we quickly go
To you who bravely died, and know
In other fields was heard the cry,
For freedom’s cause, of you who lie,
So still asleep where poppies grow,
In Flanders Fields.

As in rumbling sound, to and fro,
The lightning flashes, sky aglow,
The mighty hosts appear, and high
Above the din of battle cry,
Scarce heard amidst the guns below,
Are fearless hearts who fight the foe,
And guard the place where poppies grow.
Oh! sleep in peace, all you who lie
In Flanders Fields.

And still the poppies gently blow,
Between the crosses, row on row.
The larks, still bravely soaring high,
Are singing now their lullaby
To you who sleep where poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.

– John Mitchell

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In Remembrance

Wednesday, November 11th, 2009

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

– John McCrae

Reply to Flanders Fields

Oh! sleep in peace where poppies grow;
The torch your falling hands let go
Was caught by us, again held high,
A beacon light in Flanders sky
That dims the stars to those below.
You are our dead, you held the foe,
And ere the poppies cease to blow,
We’ll prove our faith in you who lie
In Flanders Fields.
Oh! rest in peace, we quickly go
To you who bravely died, and know
In other fields was heard the cry,
For freedom’s cause, of you who lie,
So still asleep where poppies grow,
In Flanders Fields.

As in rumbling sound, to and fro,
The lightning flashes, sky aglow,
The mighty hosts appear, and high
Above the din of battle cry,
Scarce heard amidst the guns below,
Are fearless hearts who fight the foe,
And guard the place where poppies grow.
Oh! sleep in peace, all you who lie
In Flanders Fields.

And still the poppies gently blow,
Between the crosses, row on row.
The larks, still bravely soaring high,
Are singing now their lullaby
To you who sleep where poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.

– John Mitchell

More Progress

Monday, September 28th, 2009

There has been more progress on The BookTM, and the end is in sight. I figure that there’s three more chapters to go, plus a comb-through to clean up “woopsies”, then I’ll set it aside (after sending it to betas to read) for a few weeks to do a data dump of my brain.

Here’s where I am right now:

96502 / 100000

Nearly done, huh? I like how I’m on track to hit the same word count as the earlier draft.

Now here’s the problem. I have three more chapters to write. Not that heck of a lot of room to write it in.

Then it hits me. I’m using Microsoft Word count, not SMF word count. So a quick whip of the calculator, and a da-da-da-da of the rubber end of the pencil, and we get:

93004 / 100000

Ta da! I have room for the three chapters!

Yeah, I like the Microsoft Word count progress meter more, because it tells me I’m almost done. But I like the SMF progress meter more, because I’ve got room to spare.

Somehow, it feels like I’ve been in this exact same situation before…

Progress Report

Sunday, September 20th, 2009

So I’m not as down with the whole regular posting thing as I’d hoped to be, and it’s got about as much to do with having little time to come up with an actual post as not having time to write it once I do have an elusive topic to post about…

But I’ve also been writing. Rewriting, that is. What should’ve been a simple revision of The BookTM to address some flaws has turned into a rewrite.

The core of The BookTM is still the same. The story, the characters, they’re still there. But other things that weren’t there before are there now, including a buried plotline that would ultimately reach over several books (*knock wood*) that was buried too deep, resulting in too many dropped threads.

It would have been nice to simply revise. It might’ve been easier and faster. But it wouldn’t have been better. I wouldn’t have been happy with it. I liked The BookTM when I finished it the last time, and I like it even more now with the rewrites. Some of the rewrites are simple — rewording what was in the original, adding missing information that disappeared the first time around. The rest of the rewrites aren’t so simple. Reintroducing plot threads. Establishing more cohesion between characters. Reinforcing cause-and-effect. New chapters.

But I like how it’s turning out.

The rewrites aren’t complete. I’m almost there. I’ve given myself a deadline of the end of September to complete the rewrite. It’s not a firm deadline, I might need a couple of extra days because of some things coming up between now and that will probably stop me from doing any serious writing, but it’ll get done.

Here’s where The BookTM stands right now —

80004 / 100000

About writing

Saturday, September 12th, 2009

John Scalzi brought my attention to Josh Olson’s piece explaining why he won’t read amateur screenplays. Hell, John Scalzi is very much of the same opinion when it comes to amateur novels.

Go ahead. Read the entries. They’re scum. The biggest jerks on the face of the planet. Or, as they put it, they’re dicks.

Right?

(more…)

… and we’re back

Friday, September 11th, 2009

The blog has been upgraded to a newer version of WordPress, including a plugin to crosspost to Livejournal, which wasn’t working with the old version.  Hopefully, the upgrade will work with the plugin.

Of course, the upgrade means that I’ve lost my old post, of which there was a grand total of 3, and they weren’t particularly earth-shaking.  So, here I am, starting again.

Right now, I’m testing new things, so there’ll be actual content soon!