VERY odd to wake up and have no freeway-noise - whic...
VERY odd to wake up and have no freeway-noise - which most weekday mornings I can hear, dimly, across the intervening half-mile or so of houses. Also very curious as to whether they'll ACTUALLY finish the demolition of the Mulholland overpass this weekend or whether the freeway closure is going to stretch into Rush Hour tomorrow morning.
I've reached the stage of writing where I look at the outline and go, Hmn, how EXACTLY are we going to work our way from here to the Endgame? (Reminding me of the time I wrote that Star Trek outline - and I warn you now I'll repeat this story when I can get back to my reminiscences about writing various books - and it said, "And then these four guys take over the Enterprise..." It was about two years before I actually got the contract on the book, so when I got to that point of the outline I hadn't the SLIGHTEST idea how those intrepid baddies were going to accomplish that feat). We're Here... so how do we get There?
The air is filled with a flying storm of Loose Ends.
And in the evenings, I brachiate from one You-Gotta-Do-It to another: tonight it's reading research for a possible future project; tomorrow night it'll be writing lectures for classes in the fall. Thursday is the first of the season's picnics at the Hollywood Bowl: one friend is bringing smoked salmon, another, grilled artichokes, a third brie-and-tomato salad (home-grown backyard tomatoes - friendship with her has turned me into a total Tomato Snob). (That's partyknowitalls.com - I'm betting that salad recipie shows up on the blog before long). Picnic with dear friends on a summer evening, followed by live classical music as the darkness settles... How much better does it get than that?
The new chair is working out well.
I've reached the stage of writing where I look at the outline and go, Hmn, how EXACTLY are we going to work our way from here to the Endgame? (Reminding me of the time I wrote that Star Trek outline - and I warn you now I'll repeat this story when I can get back to my reminiscences about writing various books - and it said, "And then these four guys take over the Enterprise..." It was about two years before I actually got the contract on the book, so when I got to that point of the outline I hadn't the SLIGHTEST idea how those intrepid baddies were going to accomplish that feat). We're Here... so how do we get There?
The air is filled with a flying storm of Loose Ends.
And in the evenings, I brachiate from one You-Gotta-Do-It to another: tonight it's reading research for a possible future project; tomorrow night it'll be writing lectures for classes in the fall. Thursday is the first of the season's picnics at the Hollywood Bowl: one friend is bringing smoked salmon, another, grilled artichokes, a third brie-and-tomato salad (home-grown backyard tomatoes - friendship with her has turned me into a total Tomato Snob). (That's partyknowitalls.com - I'm betting that salad recipie shows up on the blog before long). Picnic with dear friends on a summer evening, followed by live classical music as the darkness settles... How much better does it get than that?
The new chair is working out well.
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