Playground for Thing We Can't See
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Sunday, October 20, 2019
Saturday, October 19, 2019
Pierwalker Log: October 19, 2019
Writing start: 10:25 A.M.
Finish: 4:13 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 500
Edited (est.): 20800
Tasks1. Failure: Third secondary edit of chapter 17
Notes: Much work needed on this chapter this go-round. Resolved connection issues from previous chapters "echo" down through the work and change various happenings and so on. This is a good problem to have. Far too many writers don't bother with the minutia of their stories. You see it all the time in television series and the like. It's quite extraordinary to me.
2. Book Three Melody: Read-through of chapter seventeen
Notes: This is going to be a fantastic chapter, one of the best in the story arc. It's one of the biggest so far; probably after Monday's writing, it will be the biggest, with another 2 - 3K words to go.
3. Angel: Book Three: Off
4. Random Chance Book Two: First primary edit of chapter four
5. Port Story: Off
6. Hidden Bookmarks: 500 new words
This story is coming together slowly. I suspect, however, that soon enough it will zoom off into the stratosphere.
7. LOTR: Off
8. Firefly: Off
Special Projects: Cutting Off Contact: Off
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The Light of the Day | Quote by Thomas Traherne
The corn was orient and immortal wheat, which never should be reaped, nor was ever sown. I thought it had stood from everlasting to everlasting. The dust and stone of the street were as precious as gold. The gates were at first the end of the world, the green trees when I saw them first through one of the gates transported and ravished me; their sweetness and unusual beauty made my heart to leap, and almost mad with ecstasy, they were such strange and wonderful things. The men! O what venerable and reverend creatures did the aged seem! Immortal cherubims! And young men glittering and sparkling angels, and maids strange seraphic pieces of life and beauty! Boys and girls tumbling in the street, and playing, were moving jewels. I knew not that they were born or should die. But all things abided eternally as they were in their proper places. Eternity was manifest in the light of the day, and something infinite behind everything appeared: which talked of my expectation and moved my desire. The city seemed to stand in Eden, or to be built in heaven. The streets were mine, the temple was mine, the people were mine, their clothes and gold and silver were mine, as much as their sparkling eyes, fair skins and ruddy faces. The skies were mine, and so were the sun and moon and stars, and all the world was mine, and I the only spectator and enjoyer of it. I knew no churlish properties, nor bounds nor divisions: but all properties and divisions were mine: all treasures and the possessors of them. So that with much ado I was corrupted; and made to learn the dirty devices of this world. Which now I unlearn, and become as it were a little child again, that I may enter into the kingdom of God.
~Thomas Traherne (1637 - 1674)
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