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fandomhigh2011-06-15 08:43 am
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Library, Wednesday [6/15]
The news Master Skywalker had given her yesterday took some weight off Gabrielle's mind, but none of the intensity with which she'd thrown herself into the third (or was it fourth?) draft of the scrolls she was working on. She could have switched to paper, or gods forbid, a computer, but for something like this the process was crucial to the result, or so she'd argue if asked about why she was going through so much parchment. And the parchment was part of the process -- the crinkling sound as it unrolled, the leathery smell, the feel of it against her hand, the sound the quill made scratching against it while she wrote.
(Yes, she'd actually waxed eloquent on that exact aspect of her writing process more than once. It was entirely possible she took it far too seriously at times.)
Sure, there was the one moment shortly after she walked in where she had to lecture a few of the newspapers in the periodicals rack for rustling their pages indignantly in the direction of the young adult fiction, but she hardly minded.
(Yes, she'd actually waxed eloquent on that exact aspect of her writing process more than once. It was entirely possible she took it far too seriously at times.)
Sure, there was the one moment shortly after she walked in where she had to lecture a few of the newspapers in the periodicals rack for rustling their pages indignantly in the direction of the young adult fiction, but she hardly minded.