Manuscript of the WIP "The Long Dawn" is at eight chapters and 25k words this morning--not bad for starting it on Christmas Eve. Now, to quit fiddling with it and do some reviews, and let the word tanks refill. |
Congrats. You have been busy. |
Huzzah! I have written (well, re-written, but I needed to change the POV character, so basically written) 2500 words this morning on my WIP novel, "The Long Dawn" . We're getting there. (It's the sequel to "The Long Rain" , both are passkey protected, but I am happy to send the passkey to anybody interested.) |
Back when I was a youth and had fewer demands on my eyeballs, I used to regularly read more than a hundred books per year. Some of those were on the level of Agatha Christies--so it's not like I was reading a hundred Dostoevsky equivalents, or anything--but some of those *were* actually more difficult books. (For instance, I really did tote The Count of Monte Cristo around and read it in the dead time before my college classes began. This was before smartphones, kids. There was nothing to do otherwise, in the ten minutes before the prof got there, except listen to the other students whine about how tired we all were.) This year I made a not-resolution* to do like I did back then, and always carry a paperback, and to read the paperback during the times I'm otherwise tempted to check my phone. That is, in line at the grocery store, standing and stirring the risotto on the stove, waiting on hold with the insurance company, etc. etc. I am pleased by how much I'm reading this year, and by how much less fragmented my attention seems. It's also pretty good fertilizer for writing. What are you all reading these days? My current books are: -Condominium by John MacDonald (boring so far - there was supposed to be a hurricane; 30 chapters in, no hurricane) -The Dark Half by Stephen King (interesting, full of pretty turns of phrase and bonkers splatter; this is very obviously a Bachman book) -Rachel Ray by Anthony Trollope (wickedly funny, fast-paced for Trollope) -Les Miserables by Victor Hugo (so slow--so, so slow--but very beautiful; this is my "chip away at it" book this year, last year's was Moby Dick) -a bunch of others in a stack that will surface as I finish these top four *a not-resolution: a thing I have to do because my brain has a perfectionism thing that will get very weird if I decide I'm going to do something for a whole year. |
I have successfully de-Christmased my house, I've finished writing a chapter, and I don't have to go anywhere today. Not bad for January 2. (I have not exercised. I ate waffles this morning. But we are taking the wins where we find them.) Now to see if I can finish this other chapter that needs to have an entire character inserted into it... |
Now begins, for pianists, the Season of Christmas Practicing. I'm having a discussion with other music friends else-internet about the weirdest Christmas music they have encountered; "hoedown version of Bach hymn" is so far winning. |
Thinking of learning the piano. If I can keep the cats off the keyboard. It would be a nice hobby to add to my already large collection of hobbies. |
Ichabod Crane - I've always enjoyed being able to play. I'm not a concert pianist but I enjoy it and I can help out a lot when people need live music. |
I'm making two pumpkin pies today, one a modern recipe from America's Test Kitchen and this one, from my 1953 edition of The Good Housekeeping Cook Book. I was surprised that the 50s version has less sugar and eggs, and less fat (the modern version calls for heavy cream). We will be having a taste test tomorrow, Modern v Midcentury. You know, for science. |
Not nearly as nice as the cakes Max Griffin 🏳️🌈 posts, but my oldest had a birthday today and vanilla-strawberry was what she wanted. Not bad for a gluten free cake! |