Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Pierwalker Log: February 26, 2019

Writing start: 10:52 A.M.
Finish: 3:39 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 900
Edited (est.): 9300 + 6 poems

1. Failure: Read-through of chapter twenty-four

2. Book Three Melody: Read-through of chapter fourteen

3. Ant Story: 500 new words
Notes: I've got a good idea where this chapter wants to end.

4. Fractalverse V5: Third tertiary edit of the fifth set of six poems

5Rapscallion: Read-through of chapter three

6. LOTR: 400 new words
Notes: a chapter in which I challenge to some degree Tolkien's cherished myth of the innate goodness of "Men" (ie, humanity).

7. Angel: Book Three: Off

8. T-Bag: Off

Special Projects:  None today

Extra notes: I couldn't post yesterday, aside from my daily fractal, because the Internet went down. It didn't come back up for twelve hours.

This area, southwestern Oregon, was deluged by a monster storm that dumped and dumped and dumped rain like I have rarely if ever seen before. Kye and I woke yesterday to see our car door-deep under water and our lot under water as well. Before us stretches a big pond, still there, the other lots of this park completely under. A hundred yards away, the Rogue River has risen to flood stage. If it rises another five or so feet, we'll have to disconnect the TARDIS and hurry to higher land.

The park's owner is busy as I write this, working to pump water from this new little lake. It appears to be an utterly futile exercise--for it has begun raining again. There are flood warnings posted for this entire area.

It's an intimidating site to look out at that wild river and see whole trees floating by, some of them sixty and even eighty feet long.


I begin Book Three of Angel tomorrow. I can't friggin' wait. This one is going to be an out-and-out western, a genre with which I'm very familiar but haven't written in before. It should be a wonderful challenge. One of my all-time favorite films is The Outlaw Josey Wales. I saw it clear back in 1976, when it was first released, and it changed my life forever. I was just fourteen then, an entirely impressionable young teenager; and I remember walking out of the theater into the bright light of the day completely blown away. Just two years later I was standing in line for some new science-fiction release called Star Wars--which is really, if you think of it, a western set in space. So is Star Trek. And Firefly is literally a western set in space, a short-lived series that Kye and I own.