. . .and the dust, and the leaves, and the trash cans, and the twigs, and the blue jays trying to come in for a landing at the bird feeder. So far, the bird feeder’s hanging on.
Yeah, been a windy couple days here.
Also a cold couple days. Currently 21F (feels-like-5F)/-6C (feels-like-minus-15C). Nice to see winter finally arrived.
So, no, the draft didn’t get finished yesterday; I’ve got three more scenes, I figure, and then! The Red Pen. Fortunately, though I didn’t actually happen to think so at the precise moment the phone call came in, I’ve gained some time on the week because the hospital yesterday rescheduled my appointment for the yearly mammogram, which had been on the books (for six months!) for Thursday. (Have you made your appointment? C’mon, let’s see a show of hands).
Yesterday, while I was
banging my head against the keyboard peacefully typing away in my cloistered tower, Steve put up the next Klamath Splinter. This one brings a change of character, place and POV. It starts here. Read, enjoy, tell your friends.
I’ve been teasing you for a couple months now with a Watch the Skies, and you deserve a little something for your patience, so here you go — Word from Madame the Agent is that. . .contracts are on the bus to her office in New York and will in the fullness of time arrive at the Confusion Factory. That’s right — plural contracts, and granted some will arrive sooner than others. What do you suppose those contracts might be for? Go on — guess.
And, now? Time for me to go back to work.
See you on the flip side.
Progress on Necessity’s Child (tbfkaG)
105,284/100,000 words OR 105% complete
“I fear that the woman has stolen my brother’s soul,” he said.