once more, with common sense
Jun. 3rd, 2009 01:25 pmSLEEP. BLISSFUL, BLISSFUL SLEEP. Granted, drug-induced sleep (Advil PM, which fucking knocks you out for ten hours), but SLEEP.
I have a method now. The moment the painkillers kick in, I start working on Dust, because I can't concentrate on writing when I'm screaming in pain (although the pain is either going down or I'm getting used to it; I can't tell which). This worked out well until I started thinking this morning that the last 3K are somewhat unlikely. Escaping on racehorses in pouring rain through secret door in the city walls what?
Eustace is not down with this whole racehorse thing, let me tell you that. Also, I am about ninety percent sure that racing racehorses through the flooded streets of Cair Paravel results in broken legs. So! There go those 3K. Alas. The gods weep. Possibly literally; it's still raining in Cair Paravel.
Must figure out a way to make the escape from Cair Paravel make logical sense and still keep the racehorses, because the racehorses are awesome.
I have a method now. The moment the painkillers kick in, I start working on Dust, because I can't concentrate on writing when I'm screaming in pain (although the pain is either going down or I'm getting used to it; I can't tell which). This worked out well until I started thinking this morning that the last 3K are somewhat unlikely. Escaping on racehorses in pouring rain through secret door in the city walls what?
Eustace is not down with this whole racehorse thing, let me tell you that. Also, I am about ninety percent sure that racing racehorses through the flooded streets of Cair Paravel results in broken legs. So! There go those 3K. Alas. The gods weep. Possibly literally; it's still raining in Cair Paravel.
Must figure out a way to make the escape from Cair Paravel make logical sense and still keep the racehorses, because the racehorses are awesome.