<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015257</id><updated>2011-12-20T19:28:28.825Z</updated><title type='text'>remotefiction</title><subtitle type='html'>remote fiction. remote words. remote worlds</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>remotepush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115999605700091280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015257.post-7883619177337173227</id><published>2011-04-04T18:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-04-04T18:51:02.135Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No magic wands required - one writing teacher's thoughts on teaching/learning writing. It's the old adage, the only way to write is to write, but no doubt it's true.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7883619177337173227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015257&amp;postID=7883619177337173227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/7883619177337173227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/7883619177337173227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-magic-wands-required-one-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>remotepush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115999605700091280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015257.post-7903876323660294349</id><published>2011-03-29T20:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-29T20:34:50.857Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Octopus Pie - an interview with Meredith GranMeredith Gran is the writer/artist of the webcomic Octupus Pie, which is a pretty cool read. Newsrama have an interview with her, talking about writing and self-publishing vs publishing house. In some ways its always interesting how in some ways in web/comics self-publishing is more acceptable than in "regular" publishing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7903876323660294349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015257&amp;postID=7903876323660294349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/7903876323660294349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/7903876323660294349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/2011/03/octopus-pie-interview-with-meredith.html' title=''/><author><name>remotepush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115999605700091280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015257.post-5290997609378219993</id><published>2011-03-29T20:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-29T20:30:34.810Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i need to get into habit of posting links about writing, quotes about writing, that kind of thing. i keep seeing them and meaning to follow them up.lets start with this link that is doing the rounds - what not to do as a self-publishing author if you get a bad review - Books &amp; Pals - wherein an author throws a massive strop and the rest of the world looks on with their jaw dropping.a slightly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5290997609378219993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015257&amp;postID=5290997609378219993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/5290997609378219993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/5290997609378219993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-need-to-get-into-habit-of-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>remotepush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115999605700091280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015257.post-5646422517596633858</id><published>2011-03-07T21:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-07T21:14:24.274Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Links on WritingAmanda Hocking - a success at self-publishing, she posts a reality check.Gary McMahon - his thoughts on self-promoting as an author.Hanif Kureishi - how to succeed in the worlds of fiction and film.Why writers abandon novels - "Writing a novel is like paddling from Boston to London in a bathtub."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5646422517596633858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015257&amp;postID=5646422517596633858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/5646422517596633858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/5646422517596633858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/2011/03/links-on-writing-amanda-hocking-success.html' title=''/><author><name>remotepush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115999605700091280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015257.post-364905526264509322</id><published>2011-03-04T10:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-04T10:20:19.613Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interesting TimesInspiration is all around. Sometimes you need to pay attention. But, as the saying goes, we live in interesting times, and all you need to do is look around, listen to the news. Of course, in some ways, as others before me have pointed out, we live in times which are a little too interesting. In that by the time you’ve finished writing something, it’s all been undermined by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/feeds/364905526264509322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015257&amp;postID=364905526264509322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/364905526264509322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/364905526264509322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/2011/03/interesting-times-inspiration-is-all.html' title=''/><author><name>remotepush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115999605700091280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015257.post-3717141315991835323</id><published>2011-03-03T10:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-03T10:18:31.179Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday Night Writing NightLast night was writing night. Regardless of everything else that’s going on, Wednesday night is always writing night. Sure I need to find more time, steal time on other nights, but Wednesday night is a constant as much as it can be. What works for people varies. For some people they need to lock themselves away at home, in a silent room. Some need to crank the music </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3717141315991835323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015257&amp;postID=3717141315991835323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/3717141315991835323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/3717141315991835323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/2011/03/wednesday-night-writing-night-last.html' title=''/><author><name>remotepush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115999605700091280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015257.post-4559991819463103612</id><published>2011-03-02T12:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-02T12:32:41.889Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FictionI guess it makes sense if I am going to try and revive and make public this blog, then I should at least post a summary of my fiction as it is available:Dark Fiction PodcastFive Gold Rings(Part of themed Christmas podcast: 12 Days of Chrismtas).WeaponizerWhat The Stars HoldProspective Parliamentary Candidate No. 1The LadyCut Now, Cut DeepTelling of Tales: PodcastThe Gods Are Small </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4559991819463103612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015257&amp;postID=4559991819463103612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/4559991819463103612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/4559991819463103612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/2011/03/fiction-i-guess-it-makes-sense-if-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>remotepush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115999605700091280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015257.post-1066835989959808330</id><published>2011-03-02T10:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-02T10:20:49.932Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Variety is the spice, and the spice must flowTo a degree this touches, perhaps tangentially, on yesterday’s topic of influence, still partly coming from the same conversation at Plan B book I mentioned. Three local science fiction writers spoke for the afternoon to a dozen or so people who turned up to listen – Richard Morgan, Gary Gibson and Hal Duncan. Morgan complained, as many people do, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1066835989959808330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015257&amp;postID=1066835989959808330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/1066835989959808330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/1066835989959808330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/2011/03/variety-is-spice-and-spice-must-flow-to.html' title=''/><author><name>remotepush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115999605700091280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015257.post-3767201362103817152</id><published>2011-03-01T12:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-01T12:30:26.372Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Under The InfluenceWhat are you influences? It’s a question we’ll all have heard writers asked, and sometimes they aren’t conscious of it, sometimes they are. Sometimes it’s everything, sometimes it’s nothing. Why does it matter? Because, whether we like it or not, they shape us, they inspire us, they form us. Whether it’s consciously or obviously, such that we are writing tributes, parodies or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3767201362103817152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015257&amp;postID=3767201362103817152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/3767201362103817152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/3767201362103817152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/2011/03/under-influence-what-are-you-influences.html' title=''/><author><name>remotepush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115999605700091280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015257.post-7139767804904320698</id><published>2011-02-28T12:38:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-28T12:41:25.802Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DistractionI am going to start this by stating the obvious. I spend too much time [insert distraction here] instead of writing. Probably most of have this problem, from professional to amateur. Though perhaps one of the marks that divide the two extremes of that scale is just how much we let ourselves be distracted. (which is of course ignoring the things we have no choice in doing just to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7139767804904320698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015257&amp;postID=7139767804904320698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/7139767804904320698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/7139767804904320698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/2011/02/distraction-i-am-going-to-start-this-by.html' title=''/><author><name>remotepush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115999605700091280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015257.post-7097762793739241602</id><published>2011-02-14T21:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-27T19:53:32.026Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it was the middle of the night, when it happened, 3am on 14th offebruary. those who were awake heard it, those who were asleep awokeand then they too heard it. a voice, that reached out, and enteredminds all over the city.where are you. i love you.people looked at each other. what was that. they asked. whats goingon. they asked. people phoned each other. shared theories. told eachother how they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7097762793739241602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015257&amp;postID=7097762793739241602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/7097762793739241602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/7097762793739241602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-was-middle-of-night-when-it-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>remotepush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115999605700091280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015257.post-113222825565477632</id><published>2005-11-17T11:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-17T11:50:55.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chapter 9 – Strangers in a strange planDanny was waiting as arranged when Sarah and Emma arrived in Glasgow’s central Station. Sarah felt a little queasy, an edge of nausea weighing down her stomach. More nervous than she had been in her life before – more nervous than when they hade decided to abduct the black market man, or when they had gone to steal his stash of permits and money. She and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/feeds/113222825565477632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015257&amp;postID=113222825565477632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/113222825565477632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/113222825565477632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/2005/11/chapter-9-strangers-in-strange-plan.html' title=''/><author><name>remotepush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115999605700091280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015257.post-106872991239078473</id><published>2003-11-13T13:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-13T13:25:17.530Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>still writing - ok, day 13. i am still writing. kind of. my discipline kicked off at the weekend, along with much of my motivation. even so my current word count is about 17000, which is a good 4000 behind. but it is ok. i don't mind. i've fleshed out a lot of the initial ideas and got those down as words. there are some gaps tht need to be filled so that those first 17 chapters (in current </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/feeds/106872991239078473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015257&amp;postID=106872991239078473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/106872991239078473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/106872991239078473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/2003/11/still-writing-ok-day-13.html' title=''/><author><name>remotepush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115999605700091280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015257.post-106812882068233161</id><published>2003-11-06T14:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-06T14:27:24.163Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>reference - frontline scotland - the whisky bandits - documentary on the bootlegging and counterfieting of whisky and the amount of money that is being lost as a result from the scottish economy. - actual programme onlinenotes - i am 6 days and 10000 words in. which is about right. not actually done much writing today. but its cool. making up for it a paragraph and a time, and i'm not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/feeds/106812882068233161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015257&amp;postID=106812882068233161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/106812882068233161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/106812882068233161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/2003/11/reference-frontline-scotland-whisky.html' title=''/><author><name>remotepush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115999605700091280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015257.post-106804459353267406</id><published>2003-11-05T15:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-05T15:03:47.663Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>notes - some references which might be useful as i make progress:reference - IRA COHEN: THE GREAT RICE PAPER ADVENTURE KATHMANDUreference - rich killers stalk city of lost girlsreference - iraq - shiites - jihad, resistance cells [ iraq blog, follow up]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/feeds/106804459353267406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015257&amp;postID=106804459353267406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/106804459353267406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/106804459353267406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/2003/11/notes-some-references-which-might-be.html' title=''/><author><name>remotepush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115999605700091280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015257.post-106802540614058523</id><published>2003-11-05T09:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-05T09:43:28.986Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> day 5 - again i ended yesterday ahead of schedule on pure number terms. finished the re-write of the first two chapters, and started to do the same to the third. i finished the fifth chapter, but suspect i might have given away too much too soon, and might have to replan that aspect. another reason why i am reluctant to post the text in progress - i am afraid of giving away huge chunks, of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/feeds/106802540614058523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015257&amp;postID=106802540614058523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/106802540614058523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/106802540614058523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/2003/11/day-5-again-i-ended-yesterday-ahead-of.html' title=''/><author><name>remotepush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115999605700091280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015257.post-106794618664919551</id><published>2003-11-04T11:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-04T11:43:09.266Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>notes - day 4, and not a lot is happening so far today, been rewriting sections of the first two chapters. in a good way, that is, ie a way that makes them better to read (hopefully) and adds to the word count (and hopefully not just for the sake of it). yesterday went not bad, got half way through chapter 5, started rambling and then did a weird cut - i'll need to go through that again, see if i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/feeds/106794618664919551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015257&amp;postID=106794618664919551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/106794618664919551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/106794618664919551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/2003/11/notes-day-4-and-not-lot-is-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>remotepush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115999605700091280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015257.post-106785322817717386</id><published>2003-11-03T09:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-03T09:53:51.160Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>notes - i have mixed feelings about posting my results online at the moment. the idea of nanowrimo of course isn't necesarily about quality it is about quantity. however i need to be happy, at least to some degree with the results i am getting. no doubt it is natural that i should have some doubts about quality - but on the other hand i am currently happy with the flow i am getting in terms of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/feeds/106785322817717386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015257&amp;postID=106785322817717386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/106785322817717386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/106785322817717386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/2003/11/notes-i-have-mixed-feelings-about.html' title=''/><author><name>remotepush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115999605700091280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015257.post-106765526763166477</id><published>2003-11-01T02:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-01T02:58:05.520Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chapter Two – Blood And SandThe flames of the fire flicker back and forth, organic and pulsing. There he is sitting there, waiting for her. Katie doesn’t know how he knows that she will be coming, but he always does, he is always there waiting for her. She suspects that it must be something to do with this place, looking across the landscape, its clear cut delineation between sky and earth. The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/feeds/106765526763166477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015257&amp;postID=106765526763166477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/106765526763166477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/106765526763166477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/2003/11/chapter-two-blood-and-sand-flames-of.html' title=''/><author><name>remotepush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115999605700091280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015257.post-106765250341158287</id><published>2003-11-01T02:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-01T02:18:06.893Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know everything.I know how the story starts.I know how the story ends.I know when the sun will shine.When the rain will come down.When the night will fall.Take a deep breath.It has started.Now wake up.Chapter One – Open Your Eyes‘Go on. Open your eyes.’He slides back into himself. Into his head space. His meat space. Where does your body go when you are dreaming he wonders? She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/feeds/106765250341158287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015257&amp;postID=106765250341158287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/106765250341158287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/106765250341158287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-know-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>remotepush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115999605700091280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015257.post-106764758562978229</id><published>2003-11-01T00:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-01T00:46:27.463Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>start - it has started, by my clock it is now 00:44 on november the first.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/feeds/106764758562978229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015257&amp;postID=106764758562978229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/106764758562978229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/106764758562978229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/2003/11/start-it-has-started-by-my-clock-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>remotepush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115999605700091280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015257.post-106760125116031323</id><published>2003-10-31T11:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-31T11:54:13.370Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>re:mote nano - this is intended to be the location for any nanowrimo material i decide to post online. it is now the 31st of october, hours before nanowrimo starts. i'm not really sure how i feel, i've not really spent much time over the last few weeks thinking about how i'm going to approach this, so not sure how/if i'm going to work the thing.on the other hand i seem to be getting a lot of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/feeds/106760125116031323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015257&amp;postID=106760125116031323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/106760125116031323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015257/posts/default/106760125116031323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remotefiction.blogspot.com/2003/10/remote-nano-this-is-intended-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>remotepush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07115999605700091280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
