Funny Start

So, I woke to the faint sound of the phone in the kitchen beeping in protest of the power going out. It was dark, but I could see due to the full moon, so I got up, got my cell phone for light and let the cats out. Then I tried to call in the outage, but I couldn't remember my friggin home phone number. Totally gone from my brain. People here at work are enjoying my telling of it - it's more of an audio/visual story.

Last night's class was actually interesting, engaging, and educational. Maybe I won't drop it after all. The instructor bases 25% of the grade on group work, so there I was talking to seven other people, none of whom have voted in an election yet, and they found it hilarious when I suddenly interjected, "You guys have such an awesome first election! Mine was Carter."

Yesterday's writing was a treat. Every time I get in the groove and type in a quick nine hundred to a thousand words I get such a THRILL. I'm going to try thrilling myself again today. *g*

Oh, and I sent Kate chapter seven at about five o'clock, right before running out the door. Very raw, and I just sort of ended it because I couldn't decide where I wanted it to stop so I just...stopped.

There's Still Hope

It might take ten years to write this slim volume, but I am going to finish this damned thing if it kills me. It bugs the CRAP out of me to be going this slow.

I didn't get any writing done this weekend, but I ironed ten thousand shirts and got to watch an actual Colts game on something bigger than a four inch black and white screen. AND I had beer.

[later]

A good afternoon! I put about 920 words on the page and finished chapter seven.

Ahhhh, That's Better

Got some good work done today. Kelsey and Parker are FINALLY about to begin working together, though they still won't trust each other fully. That doesn't come till the end.

I was at my desk, goofing off, typing class notes instead of doing Kinesiology work (shhhhhhh), got that done and decided to AT LEAST type the stuff I hand wrote yesterday, and before I knew it, there were MORE WORDS added. *laugh* Man, that felt good.

Whatever Works

Seems like I'm doing much more work longhand than I am typing these days. But hey, whatever works, right? Yesterday up on 296, before my disasterous class over in Woodburn Hall, I penned (literally) about four hundred words before the students began showing up begging for a signature. This is the time of year all those morons who dropped a class because "it was hard" (whine) have to look for a second 8 wk class to keep a full load. Of course, all those classes are already full, and we get thirty reproachful looks a day from those kids. That really kills us, ya know? ;-)

Whew!

Man, it's busy around here. Still, I'm working on chapter seven today. It's going to be a wee shorter than the others, but I expect it will flesh out quite a bit on the re-write. Kelsey is going to be ALMOST nabbed by Mower Man, and they're going to literally run for it. Next chapter: "We need a plan."

Beautiful Days

The weather this last weekend was astoundingly perfect. Too bad we couldn't really enjoy it. Saturday we were on the road, hoping to see good tree-age during peak season. Saw some but not much. Had lunch with my mom, checked the house briefly and headed for home. Birdie surprised me by wanting to go to Fort Vallonia Days, not the parade but the flea market. We ended up spending about three hours. I found a couple of DVDs and a David Drake book. His style is so ROUGH, but very compelling. Unfortunately, we left Vallonia JUST too late to see the trees on 446. Pity. It's so pretty on that route - that we used to drive every day - that sometimes I would nearly run off the road from distraction.

Yesterday was even more beautiful, weather wise, but we were working on the house so damned hard we barely noticed. Birdie scared me yesterday. I have never seen her sitting on the ground trying to get over a dizzy spell before. We were both push mowing the yard and we both did too much, but Birdie did WAY too much. It's why I won't let her be alone at the house during mowing season.

I didn't get much writing done this weekend, but some. One of these days maybe I'll actually be able to reliably get a LOT of work done on a weekend. Right. ;-)

Tonight is my first class of the semester. Looking forward to it, despite the geek factor. It's a political science class "Election 2008".

Veeery Nice

Everyone in my acting class said this phrase constantly (as did Birdie occasionally) after seeing that Pinter play The Birthday Party.

But it also goes nicely with the work I did yesterday on Trouble and Ruin. My brain seemed to be connected to my body yesterday, so I got some words in on Kelsey battling Mower Guy, and closer outlining of the scenes following. I decided not to use the stuff I wrote last weekend. It was an interesting idea, but it just didn't fit.

[later]

Still getting back to bigger numbers every day. That's GOT to change. I have GOT TO put more words down every day if I'm ever going to get this sucker done. So far this afternoon only 350. Crap.