December 29th, 2005

Jin Shei Cover from sgreer

2005 in review

Filched from various writerly people inthe blogworld:

In 2005:

Novel words written:
Embers of Heaven: 130 000
last Diitch School for the Incurably Incompetent: 79 000
Book 2 in the Last Ditch trilogy (only just begun, thank you): about 2000

Short story words written: none, this year. I was writing long...
Notes, outline, and synopsis words written: I have to go back and COUNT them...?
Blog words written: Probably not that many, I've only been blogging since May, but on the other hand some of my posts were kind of lengthy. Anyway, people interested in my blogwordcount can count for themselves [grin]

New stories written: none (I didn't write short this year)
Existing stories revised: 0

Short story submissions sent: 0
Responses received: n/a
Acceptances: n/a
Rejections: n/a
Other responses: n/a
Awaiting response: n/a

Short stories published: none

Major award nominations: 2
Minor award nominations: 1
Awards won: 0

Novel editing hours: LOTS. I had two major works to deal with. there was an intensive week's worth right there in November or so, but I didn't count the hours.

Novels submitted: 1

Novels awaiting response: 0

Proposals awaiting response: 1

There y'are. Year in a nutshell.
Jin Shei Cover from sgreer

Last year's calendar

Himself gave me a desk calendar entitled "Forgotten English" for 2005, with the conceit that every day propounds thoroughly useless but entertaining words that have either gone out of vogue in contemporary English or were never IN contemporary English of any sort, being colloquialisms found in linguistic pockets only and unknown in the outside world. Yesterday's word, for instance, was "quignogs" which means, according to its definition and I quote, "Ridiculous notions or conceits, as in 'You're full of quignogs.' Ancient language and the dialect of Cornwall". I confess I like the idea of a quignog. It sounds like one of those forgotten old brownie-type fairies, the kind that you leave cookies and milk out for at night and find domestic tasks done for you in return when you get up in the morning. I've even got a visual on it, and I'd share if I could draw - but I can't, so I won't *grin*. Imagine your own quignogs, thank you very much.

Often the words are accompanied by short paragraphs on other things - birthdays or death dates of various people like Noah Webster or Samuel Johnson or Pepys, dates of publication of various essential ancient "bookes", weird and wonderful eclectic and eccleistiastical feast days for forgotten saints, and stuff like that. A word that turns up in the calendar is "tachydidaxy". which apparently means "a short method of teaching" - and this is accompanied by a short comment by someone called Roger Ascham (1515 - 1568), an English scholar and writer who was apparently once known as the "father of ENglish prose", who derides the virtue of experience as a teaching tool. "AN unhappy master is he that is only made wise by many shipwrecks," quoth master Ascham. "Learning teacheth more in one year than experience in twenty." So there, writers - write what you know just became easier. You don't have to PHYSICALLY know it. Research apparently DOES do the trick.

But what got me giggling is the tail end of that particular little squib on Master Ascham, who apparently visited what the calendar-makers describe as a wicked but unnamed Italian town - the full quote is this: "I was once in Italie myselfe, but I thanke God that my abode there was but for nine dayes; and yet I saw in that little time in one citie more libertie to sinne than ever I heard tell of in our noble citie of London in nine yeare."

That one was for you Anna FDD. You think you might be missing out on something...? *grin*