As Shoe told us, many years ago, “Typists type; writers stare out windows.”
True to my job description, I spent the last howevermany hours staring out the window, and pushing my backbrain for the Thrilling Conclusion to Carousel Seas, in order, if it would be soverykind.
The result of all this window-staring is two typed pages outlining the final action, with heroics befitting the end of the book and the end of the series, in, as far as I can tell, the correct order. Yay. All I have to do now is write it.
…which will not be happening today because I managed to overclock my brain just a teensy bit, so today is a Day Off.
I dawdled over my breakfast and coffee, reading something that’s not written by me. Sandman Slim, in fact. I’m not precisely sure why I’m reading it; possibly I’m waiting for the main character to grow a brain.
This afternoon, as advertised elsewhere, I will be viewing the classic drama, “Now You See Me” at the local cinema. This evening? The possibilities are endless. Maybe I’ll finish reading my book.
Tomorrow, I will have Mike the electrician in early, so that he can Survey the Situation with regard to the possible installation of ceiling fans. It comes about that ceiling fan installation may not be as simple as the young man at Lowe’s would have had us believe (quelle surprise!). Apparently, due to the age of the house, Mike the electrician has some doubts regarding the existence of the proper box to hold the fan into the ceiling. The box, he tells me, may be installed by himself, but will add cost. So! Excitement already on tomorrow’s calendar.
Tomorrow afternoon, I’ll get with the Thrilling Conclusion and see how fast I can type.
As some of you may know, Steve is down South, visiting the Old Country. Mozart and Scrabble wish it to go on record that this is not acceptable and that they will be filing the report with the Committeecat. So far, I’ve managed to short-circuit this intention by hiding all the pencils.
I hope your weekend is being exciting/relaxing/busy — whichever you prefer.