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wiseheartIt will take another 3 weeks until it hits the ether, but at least it's done. It's grown bloody lang and talkative, with little to nothing to happen, but sometimes such chapters have to be, too. Copied the first 2 pages of Chapter 6 - they were written in advance - and that means the plot will make another lazy turn. I think I'll have to write some drabbles to even out the ungodly word count. I mean 6600 words in one sodding chapter? It's not normal!
Excerpt:
In which Ianto visits Dr. Fox in her office at Providence Park
She looked up from her papers, smiling, when there was a knock on the door and Ianto Jones limped into her office, without waiting for an invitation.
“Ianto, you’re done already? How was physio?”
“Effective, I must assume, since I hurt a lot more now than I did before,” Ianto replied with a crooked smile and collapsed into the armchair before her desk.
Dr. Fox gave him a sympathetic grin. “Sorry to hear that. But the control tests are promising. The tremors in your hand have lessened by sixty per cent in the last four weeks – that’s great news. The prognosis is that you’ll regain full control over your fine motoric within another month.”
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Again, warning about wrongly used expressions or mutilated grammar are very welcome. At least some of the paragraphs would turn out grammatically correct that way.
Other than that, I've read through my good friend Larner's essay about Tol Eressëa because she asked me. As usual, it was well-written and well-researched. Still no progress with Elfhelm, I think I've trapped myself with those dratted marriage negotiations. *sighs*
Oh, and I've updated my fanfic rec comm,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
telekis_vendiak, adding a few Sherlock stories, if anyone's interested.
Six more days until school restarts. *sighs again*
Excerpt:
In which Ianto visits Dr. Fox in her office at Providence Park
She looked up from her papers, smiling, when there was a knock on the door and Ianto Jones limped into her office, without waiting for an invitation.
“Ianto, you’re done already? How was physio?”
“Effective, I must assume, since I hurt a lot more now than I did before,” Ianto replied with a crooked smile and collapsed into the armchair before her desk.
Dr. Fox gave him a sympathetic grin. “Sorry to hear that. But the control tests are promising. The tremors in your hand have lessened by sixty per cent in the last four weeks – that’s great news. The prognosis is that you’ll regain full control over your fine motoric within another month.”
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Again, warning about wrongly used expressions or mutilated grammar are very welcome. At least some of the paragraphs would turn out grammatically correct that way.
Other than that, I've read through my good friend Larner's essay about Tol Eressëa because she asked me. As usual, it was well-written and well-researched. Still no progress with Elfhelm, I think I've trapped myself with those dratted marriage negotiations. *sighs*
Oh, and I've updated my fanfic rec comm,
telekis_vendiak, adding a few Sherlock stories, if anyone's interested.Six more days until school restarts. *sighs again*
