Feed Station Census, Thursday113

Seen between starting the coffee and pouring a second cup, multiples may be assumed:

Chickadee (Black-capped)
Siskin (Pine)
Titmouse (Tufted)
Dove (Mourning)
Jay (Blue)
Nuthatch (White-breasted)
Sparrow (House)

No turkeys as yet, but the day is young.
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Bizarre sort of morning out there -- gray sky, gray snow, gray mist. It's almost as if the snow is sublimating, the resulting mist then freezing onto the trees. Our road looks nasty -- and the town plow just went by for the first time since last night, broadcasting sand. The temperatures (currently 21F/-6C) are supposed to hit 40F/4C this afternoon. At least they've given up calling for rain.

And now it's time to pour that third cup of coffee, pay some bills, read what I wrote yesterday and try to smack it into something resembling English.

Editing Fog

Twenty-six degrees fahrenheit (-3C) at 3:00 p.m. EST. The fog is thick amid the trees and the turkeys are heavy upon the ground. The bills are paid; the checkbook looking slightly anemic thereby; a Crisis Call from an editor who needed Last Minute Stuff Right Now! has been dealt with, and news of the box of authors' copies reported on Monday to be on its way here to the Fortress of Solitude -- briefly, it's not. Still sitting in said editor's office, for some reason he wasn't too clear on, all packed and sealed and ready to rumba. Sigh.

In between it all, editing of last night's work took place, for a net gain of about 50 words, and many tidier sentences.

Are your local police tracking your movements via GPS? One more thing to be paranoid about.
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Project: Crystal Dragon, Second Draft
Total words after edit: 56,015

Congratulate me...

...I figured out a way to lose some more words.

When other writers have a Better Idea, they get more words. Sometimes, I wish my momma hadn't raised me to be quite so contrary

Project: Crystal Dragon, Second Draft
Words Lost: 581
Total Words: 55,434
Goal: 120,000+/-