Saturday, November 02, 2002
Day 2: 1,943 words.
This is what happens when you have to write 2,000 words a day, and damn the torpedoes:
Regan carries in her head a mental dossier on just about everyone she has ever met. Having a quick and accurate memory is one of the indispensable tools of the espionage business, and hers is unusually good. Some would call it photographic, but it doesn�t really work that way; instead, when she recalls something from her brain�s deep storage, it jumps into her head as if sung by Joan Sutherland. Sometimes, she will remember a name or a place, but the consonants will have become unaspirated. This is Joan�s fault, not Regan�s.
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Question of the day: is there actually interest in reading the work-in-progress? Is anyone actually that masochistic?
Comments
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I’m definitely interested but I’m sick (again!) and putting the writing thing on hold briefly. I’ll IM you when I’m back in action….
Eggy @ 02:45 PM | 2002/11/03
I would love to read it. If I can pull myself away from my own, of course. ;)
freesia @ 11:17 AM | 2002/11/04
Count me in as a masochist!