Writing start: 10:45 A.M.
Finish: 3:36 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 1100
Edited (est.): 5800
Tasks
1. Failure: Read-through
2. Book Three Melody: 400 new words
Notes: Having a hard time starting this chapter.
Notes: Having a hard time starting this chapter.
3. Ant Story: Primary edit number four of chapter four
4. Fractalverse: Off till Tuesday
5. The Cheapery St. Heroes: Book Two: Off
6. Rapscallion: 300 new words
Notes: As said last time, slowly and carefully.
Notes: As said last time, slowly and carefully.
7. Gilligan: 400 new words
Notes: Making sure I've got the details correct.
Notes: Making sure I've got the details correct.
8. T-Bag: Off till Tuesday
Special: Work on "Becoming."
Extra notes: Chicken soup tonight for dinner. And tomorrow night. And the night after that.
I make a big batch each time. Very, very yummy. My body's craving it. I had some sort of bug or something this week, and was pretty miserable. It's gone now, but the craving for chicken soup isn't.
We've had lots of rain this week; more is coming in tonight through Tuesday. The Rogue River, just a hundred yards in front of our rig, is slowly swelling. It's a beautiful, wild, young river, and I've cherished all the years I've lived next to it.
I'll be calculating a new average pageview number next week for this blog, one that will surely be going up. The average daily pageviews stand right now at 42. It's taken a beating, that number. This blog is growing. I'm grateful for that.
A day off tomorrow. We're smack-dab in the middle of the Silly Season, and I'm doing ... all right. I personally celebrate the Solstice more than Christmas or any other holiday. But I was raised as a Christian, and have very strong memories of Christmas from my childhood. My mother, amid her own personal horrors and the grotesque dysfunction of our family, really went all-out every year to make Christmas special. It stuck with me; it's difficult sometimes to deal with, even decades later.
Whatever holiday you celebrate this time of year--or even if you celebrate no holiday at all--I hope this finds you well and taking care of yourself. A great way of doing that is--trust me on this--homemade chicken soup. Get on it.
I make a big batch each time. Very, very yummy. My body's craving it. I had some sort of bug or something this week, and was pretty miserable. It's gone now, but the craving for chicken soup isn't.
We've had lots of rain this week; more is coming in tonight through Tuesday. The Rogue River, just a hundred yards in front of our rig, is slowly swelling. It's a beautiful, wild, young river, and I've cherished all the years I've lived next to it.
I'll be calculating a new average pageview number next week for this blog, one that will surely be going up. The average daily pageviews stand right now at 42. It's taken a beating, that number. This blog is growing. I'm grateful for that.
A day off tomorrow. We're smack-dab in the middle of the Silly Season, and I'm doing ... all right. I personally celebrate the Solstice more than Christmas or any other holiday. But I was raised as a Christian, and have very strong memories of Christmas from my childhood. My mother, amid her own personal horrors and the grotesque dysfunction of our family, really went all-out every year to make Christmas special. It stuck with me; it's difficult sometimes to deal with, even decades later.
Whatever holiday you celebrate this time of year--or even if you celebrate no holiday at all--I hope this finds you well and taking care of yourself. A great way of doing that is--trust me on this--homemade chicken soup. Get on it.
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