New Layout Test
Dec. 8th, 2006 06:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hobgoblinnWell, I did get some writing done yesterday, taking my advice to follow my main characters. It was good for me to write the scene with Buffy and Lillian, but I may end up using almost none of it.
At the moment, though, I want to try out my new layout, which I think will not require me to add breaks between paragraphs in order to see it displayed as my eyes need it for my journal. Yes, I'm a little slow on the uptake here-- I think the Wise Lady Antenna made this observation quite some time ago.
So, as an experiment, I'm going to post what I wrote last night, and see how it comes out. Here's the current word meter:
The door closed behind them with a sharp click. Giles seemed to be holding himself under tighter control than usual, but Willow could see him shaking a bit as he turned and began eating up the corridor with his long stride. He cleared his throat. “That went rather well,” he observed with mirthless sarcasm.
Willow hurried to keep even with him “Yeah. But it’s not like we haven’t seen that reaction before, from other moms....”
Giles’ only response was to shoot Willow a black glare.
“Okay, yeah, this is different, I get that. But still....”
They reached the door to Giles’ office. “Willow. Please,” he said. “Just... leave it.” He reached out to grasp the door knob.
Willow laid a hand on his outstretched arm. “You know what you need?” she asked.
Giles cast a glance heavenward. “Less meddlesome friends?” he suggested.
“Chocolate chip cookies. And possibly tea. C’mon.”
He glanced back down the hall toward the closed conference room door. “Oh, all right,” he sighed. “Why not?” Willow caught the thought that at least this way, it would take Buffy a little longer to offer him cheerful platitudes, and Lillian would have to expend a little effort tracking him down before she could savage him more. And there were a number of preparations going on below which might be mildly diverting, if not truly in need of his personal attention.
They rode the lift down in silence, then made their way through the muddle and din to the relatively tranquil cafeteria. Ellen was sitting at a corner table, frowning down at what looked like a schoolbook, drumming her pencil on her notebook. She brightened considerably on catching sight of them.
“Hey Ellen,” Willow smiled, shooting Giles a firm mental, *don’t leave, you’ll hurt her feelings*. he trailed helplessly in her wake. “Watcha doing?” she asked the girl as they reached the table.
“Sums,” she replied. “I hate them.” She made a face which reflected her feelings quite accurately.
Giles found himself smiling in recognition and sympathy. “They are beastly, aren’t they? I seem to recall feeling much the same at your age.”
Willow frowned. This is not at all what he’d said to Dawn, some years back. But she asked, “What don’t you like about it?”
“Well,” she said seriously, “2+2 is always 4, isn’t it? No mysteries there. Once you know them all, what’s the point of writing it all out over and over?”
Giles looked a little surprised. “And do you? Know them all?”
She wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Of course. Mrs. <> keeps giving us different numbers, but it’s all the same process. Bo-ring.”
Giles looked down at her book. “I wonder-- does she ever give you some like this?” He indicated some word problems on the facing page. Ellen brightened a little.
“Yeah sometimes. Those are okay. It’s like there’s a story behind them, something real to figure out. But we don’t get them often, because everyone else in my class makes such a muddle of them.” She shook her head, then put down her pencil to reach for a cookie on the plate before her. As an afterthought, she said, with her mouth full, “Would you care for a cookie? I’m supposed to be guarding them but,” she swallowed, continued a little more intelligibly, “I suppose we can spare you a few.”
Willow took one and pulled out a chair. Giles hesitated a moment, the followed suit.
“So,” Willow said, biting into her own cookie, “A pretty exciting couple of days, huh?” The girl just shrugged.
I have some more ideas for after this, but that'll be the lunchtime project for today. At least I'm a little bit unstuck now.... What helped was forcing myself the night before last to do a list of what my Ellen is like.
Let's see what this looks like in the new layout. Then it's off to brave the COLD. I hate winter, have I mentioned that?
Hob
At the moment, though, I want to try out my new layout, which I think will not require me to add breaks between paragraphs in order to see it displayed as my eyes need it for my journal. Yes, I'm a little slow on the uptake here-- I think the Wise Lady Antenna made this observation quite some time ago.
So, as an experiment, I'm going to post what I wrote last night, and see how it comes out. Here's the current word meter:
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26,591 + 6,977 (26.2% more) |
The door closed behind them with a sharp click. Giles seemed to be holding himself under tighter control than usual, but Willow could see him shaking a bit as he turned and began eating up the corridor with his long stride. He cleared his throat. “That went rather well,” he observed with mirthless sarcasm.
Willow hurried to keep even with him “Yeah. But it’s not like we haven’t seen that reaction before, from other moms....”
Giles’ only response was to shoot Willow a black glare.
“Okay, yeah, this is different, I get that. But still....”
They reached the door to Giles’ office. “Willow. Please,” he said. “Just... leave it.” He reached out to grasp the door knob.
Willow laid a hand on his outstretched arm. “You know what you need?” she asked.
Giles cast a glance heavenward. “Less meddlesome friends?” he suggested.
“Chocolate chip cookies. And possibly tea. C’mon.”
He glanced back down the hall toward the closed conference room door. “Oh, all right,” he sighed. “Why not?” Willow caught the thought that at least this way, it would take Buffy a little longer to offer him cheerful platitudes, and Lillian would have to expend a little effort tracking him down before she could savage him more. And there were a number of preparations going on below which might be mildly diverting, if not truly in need of his personal attention.
They rode the lift down in silence, then made their way through the muddle and din to the relatively tranquil cafeteria. Ellen was sitting at a corner table, frowning down at what looked like a schoolbook, drumming her pencil on her notebook. She brightened considerably on catching sight of them.
“Hey Ellen,” Willow smiled, shooting Giles a firm mental, *don’t leave, you’ll hurt her feelings*. he trailed helplessly in her wake. “Watcha doing?” she asked the girl as they reached the table.
“Sums,” she replied. “I hate them.” She made a face which reflected her feelings quite accurately.
Giles found himself smiling in recognition and sympathy. “They are beastly, aren’t they? I seem to recall feeling much the same at your age.”
Willow frowned. This is not at all what he’d said to Dawn, some years back. But she asked, “What don’t you like about it?”
“Well,” she said seriously, “2+2 is always 4, isn’t it? No mysteries there. Once you know them all, what’s the point of writing it all out over and over?”
Giles looked a little surprised. “And do you? Know them all?”
She wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Of course. Mrs. <> keeps giving us different numbers, but it’s all the same process. Bo-ring.”
Giles looked down at her book. “I wonder-- does she ever give you some like this?” He indicated some word problems on the facing page. Ellen brightened a little.
“Yeah sometimes. Those are okay. It’s like there’s a story behind them, something real to figure out. But we don’t get them often, because everyone else in my class makes such a muddle of them.” She shook her head, then put down her pencil to reach for a cookie on the plate before her. As an afterthought, she said, with her mouth full, “Would you care for a cookie? I’m supposed to be guarding them but,” she swallowed, continued a little more intelligibly, “I suppose we can spare you a few.”
Willow took one and pulled out a chair. Giles hesitated a moment, the followed suit.
“So,” Willow said, biting into her own cookie, “A pretty exciting couple of days, huh?” The girl just shrugged.
I have some more ideas for after this, but that'll be the lunchtime project for today. At least I'm a little bit unstuck now.... What helped was forcing myself the night before last to do a list of what my Ellen is like.
Let's see what this looks like in the new layout. Then it's off to brave the COLD. I hate winter, have I mentioned that?
Hob
