Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door. He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the

...antique store.

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I was out early (for values of early that include "before noon") today in the garden, doing what I could for the roses and the hosta and the day lilies.  The bugs finally drove me inside.  I hate me some bugs, I do.

Yesterday was mostly about the writing and today will be, too.  The Plan had been to turn this book in before August 15, if at all possible, so I could get some down-time between Archers Beach Thought and Liaden Universe® Thought.

I just realized, though, that we'll be traveling at the end of May/beginning of June (by which I mean, I knew that, but I didn't KNOW it) so, argh. In theory, if I write just 2,000 words every day (which we know is more than possible, if Things will just stop Happening.  *glares at Things and dares them to Happen*) I have available to me before we leave for BEA, then I'll have a complete draft done.  It can then sit and percolate for a week while we glam around New York, and I can come home ready to slash and burn edit and revise.  Get the book outta here by the end of June.  Have July to lie on the couch sipping wine and reading trashy novels move on the various tasks necessary to get the house ready for sale...

Hmm.

It hangs together as a plan, anyhow.  Let's see how it implements.  *Pulls on typing gloves and settles her glasses*

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From The Internet Is Endlessly Fascinating folder, we have the following:

How our brains process language

What the statues of ancient Greece looked like with their paint on

Harper Lee alleges former agent tricked her into assigning her copyright to him

And, a daughter's tribute to her deceased mother, a photo-tour of Wonderland

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Progress on Carousel Seas

53,006/100,000  OR 53% complete

"Not a glamor-user, yourself?" Felsic inquired.

"What you see is what you get," I answered, just as the light snapped out in the back room.