Saturday before work

Sunshine! Man, what a day to drive out to Belfast, or down to Rockland, or, or...

Ahem. Writing Weekend. Must. Be. Strong.

Earlier this month my boss at the University of Maryland School of Social Work and Community Planning (as it was called then) left us for that Other Place, where she has many fur folk awaiting her. Dr. Young was quite the woman -- headstrong, smart, hot-tempered, capable of both pettishness and of staggering kindness. The last thing she said to me, on the last day I worked for her, as I went out the door with my lover, eager to start my life as a writer, was: "You're going to starve."

Too close to right.

Slept in this morning, to make up for a ill-dreamt night. Honestly, isn't it enough that I go to the day-job? Do I have to have nightmares about it, too? Had, as I drowsed there, with my head on Steve's shoulder and Mozart curled up against my back, a Minor Plot Ephiphany. *rubs hands* This is going to be So Much Fun...

And, now, another cup of coffee and so, to work.

The things you don't know you're going to need to know

Today, for instance, I needed to know Kareen yos'Phelium's address. You'd think I'd have these things memorized, wouldn't you?

You'd be wrong.

Well, at least I knew where to look, and that bit of information is now part of the Mouse and Dragon working wiki, which may actually be good for something else by the time I finish this book.

I'm in a bit of a creative fugue state; something that I'd frankly thought I'd grown out of. The ideas are coming faster than I can write them in-story, so I'm making notes like a mad, note-taking mad thing and hoping to ghod this keeps up. More plot twists! Ooh! So this is why people do this writing thing! Well, this and the adulation of thousands hundreds.

Because of the mad-note-taking business, I didn't get quite as many story-words as I had hoped, but we're still moving along at a steady clip. The weatherbeans are calling a winter storm warning for Sunday into Monday -- heavy snow, again. Can I luck into two three-day weekends in a row? Stay tuned.

Progress on Mouse and Dragon

24,523 / 100,000 (24.5%)

"Please forgive me, Clonak."

There came a sigh, very soft.

"How can I refuse you anything, Goddess? If it is forgiveness you require of me, then of course it is yours."