In the mail yesterday

My AARP membership packet.

Yes, I applied, so it was expected. But still, it's like some sort of bend in the road has been traveled 'round.

In the mail yesterday

My AARP membership packet.

Yes, I applied, so it was expected. But still, it's like some sort of bend in the road has been traveled 'round.

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Patchy drizzle this morning, which occasionally devolved into--sigh--flurries.

Not ready. I think that by this time last year, we had already had a significant snow, but that is not the point. I'm not ready, and won't be for the foreseeable future. I'd like a little more of the summer that seemed to have only lasted only two months.

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Patchy drizzle this morning, which occasionally devolved into--sigh--flurries.

Not ready. I think that by this time last year, we had already had a significant snow, but that is not the point. I'm not ready, and won't be for the foreseeable future. I'd like a little more of the summer that seemed to have only lasted only two months.

NaNoNotRiteNow

I don't know if anyone noticed, but I haven't posted word counts for the last few days. This is because I've been busy excavating the original first and second chapters of the wip and adjusting plot and dialogue to suit the existing plot. I've just had dinner--broiled lamb chops, mashed potatoes, peas and carrots--and will now start cleaving a plot line out of the chapters written so far. Things should move faster now, I hope.

Word count just went out the window, iow. After the cleaving, total wordage is going to plummet.

I really, really need to stop worrying about the metrics and concentrate on the story. Because, you know, deadline approaching at speed.

NaNoNotRiteNow

I don't know if anyone noticed, but I haven't posted word counts for the last few days. This is because I've been busy excavating the original first and second chapters of the wip and adjusting plot and dialogue to suit the existing plot. I've just had dinner--broiled lamb chops, mashed potatoes, peas and carrots--and will now start cleaving a plot line out of the chapters written so far. Things should move faster now, I hope.

Word count just went out the window, iow. After the cleaving, total wordage is going to plummet.

I really, really need to stop worrying about the metrics and concentrate on the story. Because, you know, deadline approaching at speed.

Now there's something you don't see every day

I was scooping the innards out of a cantaloupe when a piece squirted away and fell onto the floor. It being near to dinnertime, Gaby grabbed it. Chewed it for a bit, dropped it, sniffed it, picked it up again, chewed it some more. In the end, she ate it. It was a fair-sized piece, too.

I know that some of the fancier dog foods contain apples and blueberries, but I don't think melons are on the menu.

Now there's something you don't see every day

I was scooping the innards out of a cantaloupe when a piece squirted away and fell onto the floor. It being near to dinnertime, Gaby grabbed it. Chewed it for a bit, dropped it, sniffed it, picked it up again, chewed it some more. In the end, she ate it. It was a fair-sized piece, too.

I know that some of the fancier dog foods contain apples and blueberries, but I don't think melons are on the menu.

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The GEICO cavemen? ENOUGH ALREADY!

Love the gecko. You can keep the gecko.

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The GEICO cavemen? ENOUGH ALREADY!

Love the gecko. You can keep the gecko.

Seattle weather question

I know I asked this before, but I've forgotten the answer. End of March--are lawns green? Flowers starting to bloom? More sunny or more rainy? I've visited Seattle in April, and everything was green and flowering.

Seattle weather question

I know I asked this before, but I've forgotten the answer. End of March--are lawns green? Flowers starting to bloom? More sunny or more rainy? I've visited Seattle in April, and everything was green and flowering.

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Hockey. Fighting.

What is the point?

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Hockey. Fighting.

What is the point?

wips and chains

Almost 5000 words cut.

It hurts, but it doesn't. A week's labor lost, but what can I do?

There's the apocryphal story about the sculptor who is asked how he knows how to shape a figure. He replies, I just chip away everything that doesn't look like the figure. That's me now--I'm carving away everything in this first half of the book that isn't part of the story. Except I put it there to begin with, which is kinda like piecing together your own block of marble so you can go ahead and remove vast chunks of it instead of simply piecing together the right story bits to begin with.

My process is wasteful stinkage, filled with Fail at every turn.

wips and chains

Almost 5000 words cut.

It hurts, but it doesn't. A week's labor lost, but what can I do?

There's the apocryphal story about the sculptor who is asked how he knows how to shape a figure. He replies, I just chip away everything that doesn't look like the figure. That's me now--I'm carving away everything in this first half of the book that isn't part of the story. Except I put it there to begin with, which is kinda like piecing together your own block of marble so you can go ahead and remove vast chunks of it instead of simply piecing together the right story bits to begin with.

My process is wasteful stinkage, filled with Fail at every turn.