As happens so often, I'm happy to be at work today so I can rest. Sheesh.
Friday night, Monroe County Fair (in the pouring rain) for the fourth time that week. Friday night Harry Potter movie, got home about 11:30. Saturday morning Indianapolis Zoo (I petted a shark!) for about 4 hours, then walked to Victory Field to eat hamburgers, drink beer, have access to a private bathroom and watch the game from a nice, private area along the first base side. The Famous Chicken was there and funny as always. Home at about 11:30, it took a while to walk back to the car cause we stopped to listen to Incubus for a couple of minutes. Up and out of the house Sunday morning to go to the house, pick up the phone, hear there may be a buyer and climb up on the shed to cut cedar limbs and put another cement block on the roof. (Birdie commented that I was fixing it the same way my dad would have. Made me laugh, and then nearly cry because it's so true. A tin roof is amazingly slick when it's covered in old ceder needles. *shiver*) Then we went to the casino for about an hour.
Kate wanted to know how much writing I got done this weekend. ;-)
I had hoped to get chapter six finished on Friday, and I did get a lot done up in the quiet of 296, but it's not done. I debated with myself whether or not to introduce Spevak to them then, and I debated so long I ran out of time. What a bummer. I wanted to send chapter six to Kate and see what she thinks. Not that she would ever say anything bad. She's too easy. ;-)
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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Do you ever think Kate's only asking how much you've written so she can tell you how much she's written? Is she really that nice, then?
Maybe she's just being a good coach, keeping the team going. In the off season we'll work on that weak curve ball ;-)
Get the draft done -- then the gloves come off (yes, I know I'm mixing metaphors)!
D'oh! I knew I shouldn't have said anything about niceness.
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