Story Time

[rolanni]

So, I spent an hour, or maybe a little more than an hour this morning in my writing space, looking for the place where Talizea yos'Phelium is born (Ghost Ship, as it happens, first published in August 2011, and if the Liaden Universe® ran on Real World time, Lizzie'd be cabin boy, or maybe at Scout Academy, instead of walking, now, except when she don't.)

One of the things that my search convinced me of is that I really should sit down and read All the Liaden Books, which I've never had time to do.  I still don't have time, unless I want to dedicate my free-time reading in 2026 to the Liaden Universe®.  

Anyway, what with looking for Lizzie's birth, and checking another couple of pertinent events, I only wrote about 700 new words.  However!  I did write, and I have the supervisors to prove it:

Lunch was broccoli cheese soup, riffing off of a recipe in the insurance company's newsletter.  Then I had correspondence to tend to and real life chores, plus PT homework.  I went downstairs eventually to do my duty to the cats, and take a walk. 

Then before going back upstairs and maybe getting some more words written, I peeked into My Studio to look at my project, and said, "Oh, I'll just cut one piece," which -- you know how this goes, right?  Right.  I cut out all the rest of the pieces.  The next step is grinding, but that really does need to wait until I get this draft done.  This will be easier to police than the cutting, since I don't have a grinder here at home, but will need to rent a studio-with-tools at the glass shop in Manchester.

Tomorrow, now free of driving back and forth to Brunswick, is a Writing Day, and I have lots of leftover soup, so I won't actually have to stop for more time than it takes to heat up a bowl and cut a piece of bread. I have two scenes sketched in, so I'm hopeful of a productive day. 

For this evening, Coon Cat Happy Hour has been served -- and appears to have been consumed -- I'm all caught up on everything  (except calling for a haircut, which for some reason I keep forgetting to do) so!  I believe I'll pour myself a glass of wine and go read for a bit.

Everybody have a good evening.