Forging ahead

We had a great Thanksgiving at our son’s house. Turkey two different ways, a glass of good whiskey, and the grandkids were awesome.

Old What’s Her Face came home and cooked her own turkey and sides yesterday. She said she wanted leftovers, but we had the full dinner anyway… again.

I committed myself to being a vegetable. I have way too much happening in my real life to push hard right now anywhere else. We watched a Lethal Weapon Marathon, another segment of The American Revolution, and even some Guardians of the Galaxy.

Today, felt like some of the burden wore off, so I sequestered myself away to work on my manuscript. I didn’t add a lot, but I really like what I added.

Most of it involved my antagonist. I don’t write a lot of bad guys directly. Most of the time it is a shadowy figure that never gets real page time. This time he gets a face, name, and dialog. I am having a great time with him. He is coming together like a combination of William Fichter and Walton Goggins in my mind. Feels right for a covert government agent.

He brought a wicked smile to my face as he finally assembled some of the pieces that will lead him to my main characters.

I am heading toward the conclusion of Article V, but am in no hurry to finish it. I can’t really afford the peripheral things like covers and formatting right now. Still, my brain wants to keep working on it.

Things will change on the money front. I may have to save up over time or something, but I’ll get this one out there.

Not sure if I will manage any more tomorrow, or not. I will call Mom, and have breakfast with Old What’s Her Face. After that I’ll see where the wind blows me.

One bonus is the remaining pumpkin pie. I think it’s calling to me right now.