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rolanniDeath-march weekend. We can do this.
Yesterday, we had the rag and tag of the tropical storm through. Blew and rained like a sonofagun. I left for work on streets paved with the gold of downed pine needles, and stopped at the top of the hill to let the turkeys cross. About eighteen turkeys, going slow and orderly, like a class of third graders, a guard-turkey at the top of the line, off the side of the road to my right, and a rear-guard-turkey at the back of the line, off the side of the road to my left.
There were only four or five more left to cross, when one of the turkeys saw me, turned and bolted back the way they had come. And every other turkey, including the ones that were safely on the right-hand side of road, also ran back the way they had come, including the guard-turkey, last, as honor dictates.
Progress on Ghost Ship:
Edited to add: Progress on Ghost Ship:
That includes about 2500 words of new material. Haven't quite gotten all the red-pen changes entered, since two chapters are with Steve, being reworked.
Stopping because the words on the screen are too blurry to read. Tomorrow, I've got some writing to do, and the rest of the red-pens to enter.
Guess I'd better get up early.
Yesterday, we had the rag and tag of the tropical storm through. Blew and rained like a sonofagun. I left for work on streets paved with the gold of downed pine needles, and stopped at the top of the hill to let the turkeys cross. About eighteen turkeys, going slow and orderly, like a class of third graders, a guard-turkey at the top of the line, off the side of the road to my right, and a rear-guard-turkey at the back of the line, off the side of the road to my left.
There were only four or five more left to cross, when one of the turkeys saw me, turned and bolted back the way they had come. And every other turkey, including the ones that were safely on the right-hand side of road, also ran back the way they had come, including the guard-turkey, last, as honor dictates.
94219 / 100000 (94.22%)
95022 / 100000 (95.02%)
That includes about 2500 words of new material. Haven't quite gotten all the red-pen changes entered, since two chapters are with Steve, being reworked.
Stopping because the words on the screen are too blurry to read. Tomorrow, I've got some writing to do, and the rest of the red-pens to enter.
Guess I'd better get up early.
