Well, dear readers, it is after eleven and therefore time to write some notes. And then, after midnight was can all collectively let it all hang out. Our tech guy continues to fix things, but some of that is a slow process that I detailed in a discussion board post and which I shan’t regurgitate here. Actually, truth be told, I’m letting it all hang out now. Why not? I’m here alone. I’m also doing the Limbo whilst actually being in limbo. Did you know that limbo spelled backwards is obmil? Anyway, yesterday was fine. I got eight and a half hours of sleep, got up around ten-thirty, answered e-mails, then futzed and finessed for an hour, then wrote a couple of new pages. I ordered a tri-salad from Uncle Bernie’s – same as Art’s only sixteen bucks cheaper. It was fine. Then I wrote three more new pages, took a break, instantly fell asleep for three hours, which I did NOT want to do but such are the way of things. Once up, I was so irritated, that I sat down instantly after having a short conversation with the tech guy, and wrote seven new pages. That felt good. I’m in a dialogue heavy sequence, and those pages go faster than prose heavy pages. Then I took a break and watched some irritating YouTube videos. Then a telephonic call happened, and here we are with nothing much else to tell you about. Oh, I filled the saltshaker up and somehow there is now salt all over the floor, even though I carefully poured it into the saltshaker, and consequently there is now salt on my feet, which is also the title of my next novel.
Today, I’ll be up by ten, I’ll futz and finesse, write a few new pages, then at noon-thirty I go next door for a much-needed cutting of the hair. After that, I come right home, order some food, eat some food, write new pages, take breaks, write new pages and see how far I get. However far that may be, I’ll send a new batch of pages to Muse Margaret first thing in the morning, probably ninety, maybe a bit more. And from then on, I’m heading to the finish line.
Tomorrow, I have an early morning doctor visit, and I hope I’ll be home by ten-thirty at the latest so I can have a full day of writing – I don’t think I’ll attend the show. In fact, I may only attend on Sunday. I will most likely finish the book next week, but if I go on a tear, as I sometimes do, it could be sooner, I suppose.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by ten, futz and finesse, write new pages, have a haircut, eat, write, take breaks, write, and write. Today’s topic of discussion: What was your all-time favorite vacation experience? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I shall hopefully have taken care of the salt on my feet.