Sunday

Yesterday was dreary/rainy. Today is the sort of day that makes up for it--hi 60s/lo 70s, cloudless blue sky, breezy. I mowed the back. Just had lunch. In a few minutes, I will commence to mow the front. Then I'll write.

Had a nice writing moment yesterday, when I pondered the little I knew about a certain subject, Googled, and hit paydirt. This will be added to GIDEON Chapter 1, which is still a work-in-progress, and almost a book in itself. It takes place almost 180 years before the rest of the action in the book, but I didn't want to call it a Prologue for various reasons. I have heard that readers tend to skip Prologues--is that true? You really couldn't afford to skip this. The action contained therein lays the entire groundwork for the rest of the story.

I want more of these sorts of days. Work outside, then write. I was never much of a gardener in my youth, and I'm still not a member of the 'phosphate/nitrate percentages take the pH of the soil' crowd. But I enjoy planting, and deciding what goes where, and watching things grow. Somewhere, my two grandmothers, gardeners both, are sipping lemonade--or in the case of my paternal grandmother, a cold beer--and laughing that they did pass something on after all.

Sunday

Yesterday was dreary/rainy. Today is the sort of day that makes up for it--hi 60s/lo 70s, cloudless blue sky, breezy. I mowed the back. Just had lunch. In a few minutes, I will commence to mow the front. Then I'll write.

Had a nice writing moment yesterday, when I pondered the little I knew about a certain subject, Googled, and hit paydirt. This will be added to GIDEON Chapter 1, which is still a work-in-progress, and almost a book in itself. It takes place almost 180 years before the rest of the action in the book, but I didn't want to call it a Prologue for various reasons. I have heard that readers tend to skip Prologues--is that true? You really couldn't afford to skip this. The action contained therein lays the entire groundwork for the rest of the story.

I want more of these sorts of days. Work outside, then write. I was never much of a gardener in my youth, and I'm still not a member of the 'phosphate/nitrate percentages take the pH of the soil' crowd. But I enjoy planting, and deciding what goes where, and watching things grow. Somewhere, my two grandmothers, gardeners both, are sipping lemonade--or in the case of my paternal grandmother, a cold beer--and laughing that they did pass something on after all.