Life in General...
There is
not a lot to talk about today, because this was a rest-up the day from a busy
week.
We all got
up at our usual times. The wife went to the store to buy groceries. I talked with
some old friends on the Internet. Well, chatted.
My son has been sick since last night. Poor
little fellow has been coughing all night, all day. Low-grade fever.
I washed a load of towels but my back painfully
disagreed and sent me to bed until I learned my lesson.
In between times, I wrote.
Oh I forgot to tell you, Friday night, just
seconds after we got back from the hospital (we had just closed the front door,
in fact) some neighborhood kids decided to run up to our door and give it a
good hard kick. I went back outside and saw one of them hiding around the
corner of the next house. He saw me, screamed, and ran. I suppose that was his
version of Ding Dong Ditch. Regardless, it frightened my son and made my wife a
little nervous, so I sat on the front porch for a while. Nothing else happened
except giggles in the distance.
It did however bring me to take one measure. On
our front porch by the door stands the Headless Duck. He used to be a yard
ornament at a house I lived in during my early 20s. He was there when we moved
in and already missing his head. After a tornado erased that house, I rescued
him. Now, he's a kind of weather rock and sentry and all-around legend among
our friends and family. He is probably not even a duck (a goose, maybe) and he
might not even be a he. How is he going to know? He doesn't have a head.
Regardless, he has been in the family for about 20 years. He's appeared in
several of my stories. You might even find him on this blog. Anyway, I couldn't
let some neighborhood prankster steal him or break something else from him.
He sits on our living room now. I guess that
makes him a concrete house pet.
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| The Headless Duck |
The Writing and Current Projects...
Butt-in-the-chair
produced a better word count today but still not within a parsec of "pulp
speed," as Dean Wesley Smith calls it. I'll take it though. Chapter 2 of the Alaskan fantasy is a little
farther than the halfway point.
The scene is rough draft. No outline. I don't
know whether I will keep it or not, but I won't make that decision until the
book is done. That way, I will know better how everything fits together and
what gets tossed into the file of irrelevant discovery tangents.
Today's sessions did reinforce that I should
just trust in the process. I did not like the scene, but I just kept typing the
next word and the next. Eventually, I asked myself, "How could this
situation be worse?" The same situation but worse.
That was enough to make me curious as to what would
happen next.
Fiction = 718
Blog = 551
Monthly totals for October 2015...
Fiction = 1,006
Blog = 2,808
MANUSCRIPT TOTAL COUNTS...
Alaskan
fantasy = 7,982
Missouri
horror novel = 3,679
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