You can only see the stars after a setting sun

What went before ONE: A smol break to eat lunch (in fact, a ham sandwich, the ham heated up), make a pot of rice, and do my duty to the cats.

The writing's going really well, After I finish up in the front of the house, I'll go back and see if there's anything else cooking.

The cats of course, have all joined me in my office, so I can feel guilty about my eventual desertion to the writing room.

Which reminds me that some folks had wanted to see where I had put the bats. Here they are:

By reader request, the "story" of the poster: Steve used to work in a video store, and when a new batch of posters came in, he adopted this one.

It is worth noting that Steve also had a Close Personal Relationship with Disney's Sorcerer's Apprentice. When I met him, one of his favorite shirts was a silky dark blue with a Sorcerer's Apprentice print.

What went before TWO: So, that was +/-1,530 new words today, which brings the WIP Entire right around 95,600, as the end of the book keeps getting further away. I also updated the Chapter-by-Chapter.

Tomorrow, I have some phone calls to make, and I'll need to do them early. Also, I need to clear off my "business desk," because even though I'm hardly here, it's a wreck. Well. Because writing at the moment is far more entertaining than Real Life, I do just tend to toss stuff onto a "I'll deal with it later," pile.

Happy Hour has been served. I need to put away my socks, now that they're clean and dry and all, and update the to-do list.

So, that was my day, and hoping yours was as peaceful.

Everybody have a good evening; stay safe. I'll see you tomorrow.

Monday. Dim and cool. Rain predicted.

I had forgotten that today is a holiday. Files under The Perils of Freelancing. Crossfiles under The Perils of Living Alone. No mail today. Gummint offices closed. Oh. Wait.

One of the offices I needed to call this morning was closed. However! The hospital at Rockport was on the case, and able to reschedule my Dark O'Clock Appointment for 11am two days earlier in the same week.

I'm calling this a success on the day.

Today, I am still giving my hands a break, for values of "a break" that does not include fine work such as cutting out teensy pattern pieces, or embroidery, so I guess I'm writing. After breakfast and girding mine loins and all like that.

Who else has had an early success?

Today's blog post title brought to you by The Other Steve Miller, "Wild Mountain Honey"

The Studio and other nonsense

So that's 1,387 "new" words, that aren't actually "new" but a scene that I'd pulled for Not Fitting In. What I did was rewrite it slightly and now? It fits. WIP now weighs in at 97,060. More or less.

I'm stopping for the moment, because -- gotta think now. And also I need to find the Winter Runner, which -- the old woman who lives with me put it somewhere, I'm sure, logical and safe. And damned if I can find it. None of the cats remember where it went, either. (SPOILER: Found it!)

Well. While I'm up, I should do my duty to those same cats and warm up the last of the soup (with cornbread!) for lunch.
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Went out just before it started to rain. Bought a cheap non-skid rug for the studio* (oh, how swanky is that? "THE STUDIO." buffs nails on shirt), then stopped at Shaw's for milk, butter, bread, wine, cheese. You know -- the basics.

I should prolly get a dehumidifier for The Studio, too, but I'm running out of the ready for this project -- ref "the basics" above.

The guys in the basement inform me that they're still thinking, and also out of beer, so I'm guessing that's my cue to take myself and my book over to the couch until it's time to serve up Happy Hour.

Hope everybody had a goodish-to-good day.

Take care; I'll check in tomorrow.
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*Yes, I did hear all the arguments against a rug. Thank you.