Went to Dr. Haven's going away party at Dr. Frey's house last night. This place is going to hell, with all the older faculty leaving. She doesn't want to go, either, but them's the rules. It's been sad watching her pack 30 years of teaching into a few boxes to cart down the hall. But the party was pleasant, even though we were the only staff there. We hadn't intended to go, but were told the guest list was explicitly chosen by Betty Haven. Who could say no?
Didn't get a lot of writing done yesterday, only about 400 words on the end of chapter six. Every time I started typing, the phone rang or someone wanted something. Nice to see some things never change. Not.
But I did get closer to the end of the chapter, and outline longhand what's going to happen the rest of the way. Parker is going to try and be a hero, but he's going to channel my feelings on the roof a couple of weeks ago when I convinced myself that you can be brave if you just WANT to, and then you find out it really doesn't work that way.
This morning I woke up wanting to write, and I think I was actually dreaming about Parker's foray into the hospital. But by the time I dragged myself out of bed, let the cats out, made the coffee and woke up for a while, the words were determined to stay inside, so I did about 200 in twenty minutes, mostly adding some actual description to my normally description-less prose.
Hi Susan! Hi Kate!
How about "A Blight in the Sky"?
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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Heya! :-)
Title suggestions (since I can't usually come up with good ones for myself):
The Air That I Breathe (yes, the Hollies)
Walking Shadows (from Shakespeare, the best title generating computer ;-)
When the hurlyburly's done (also the bard)
Keep writing, keep writing, keep writing!
My work here is done (for today).
I like the Hurlyburly title, or maybe the next line of the poem.
Ah, your work is never done, is it? ;-)
No, it never is ;-)
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