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Very small pages
Courtesy of Porthos, who reminded me of the Bastion Saint-Gervais, I have found, I think, a better ending for my new Athos-fic -- which, by the by, will have to find a filename, the first one having already been saved under the name of its protagonist as tends to be my habit (my first LND fic is still saved simply as "Raoul" ;-)
Due to having been started on a long coach journey it is written in what is probably my tiniest notebook yet: a little ring-bound pocket pad that is smaller even, I think, than the pocket diary that I took away with me on a Norfolk Broads holiday in July 2016 and in which I wrote "There is no Phantom of the Opera" and "If I were Vicomte" while variously propped up in the polished mahogany of my pre-war berth and writing by the light of the cabin oil-lamps, and wandering up and down the staithe! (With hindsight, that was probably one of my last ever summer holidays...)
I definitely did find that the very small page size made it harder to avoid inadvertent repetition of words and phrases that I'd only just used -- being only able to see one or two sentences back is more of a pain that I had realised, even with constant leafing backwards and forwards through the text, and I can't imagine how people manage on mobile phones. The limited page size may turn out to have had unexpected effects on my paragraph construction, as well, but we shall see once I get a better view of the whole thing. My very rough estimate is that this notepad runs about 100 words/page, which means that the whole story is around 2000-2500 words; neither too short nor too long for a one-shot, which means, I hope, that it's not quite so waffly as I was starting to fear at one point.
( Extremely self-indulgent and not quite canonical )
( Differing characterisation between the two fics set at different dates )
It very belatedly dawned upon me also what Athos means when in the Soviet musical he says to Milady ( d'Artagnan is an honourable gentleman and will yield precedence to a lady )
Due to having been started on a long coach journey it is written in what is probably my tiniest notebook yet: a little ring-bound pocket pad that is smaller even, I think, than the pocket diary that I took away with me on a Norfolk Broads holiday in July 2016 and in which I wrote "There is no Phantom of the Opera" and "If I were Vicomte" while variously propped up in the polished mahogany of my pre-war berth and writing by the light of the cabin oil-lamps, and wandering up and down the staithe! (With hindsight, that was probably one of my last ever summer holidays...)
I definitely did find that the very small page size made it harder to avoid inadvertent repetition of words and phrases that I'd only just used -- being only able to see one or two sentences back is more of a pain that I had realised, even with constant leafing backwards and forwards through the text, and I can't imagine how people manage on mobile phones. The limited page size may turn out to have had unexpected effects on my paragraph construction, as well, but we shall see once I get a better view of the whole thing. My very rough estimate is that this notepad runs about 100 words/page, which means that the whole story is around 2000-2500 words; neither too short nor too long for a one-shot, which means, I hope, that it's not quite so waffly as I was starting to fear at one point.
( Extremely self-indulgent and not quite canonical )
( Differing characterisation between the two fics set at different dates )
It very belatedly dawned upon me also what Athos means when in the Soviet musical he says to Milady ( d'Artagnan is an honourable gentleman and will yield precedence to a lady )