Ducks, Mud (but no wrestling) and Typewriters

So the photo of the week this time is of some wee ducks taken at Dunham Massey in Cheshire. The Bestwick and I had a delightful day sinking in mud, looking for a slaughter house and getting rather close to stags (thankfully of the animal variety and not the drunk variety). Or, as close as I needed to with my camera. Their antlers were huge. I may have annoyed one in particular by calling it Charlotte.

Continuing with my 70,000 steps a week challenge. This week I accumulated 84,771 steps. For the coming week, I'm still aiming for 70,000 steps but rather than building extra steps up by using a stepper of an evening I'm going to concentrate on the midriff section. I won't be bouncy at all soon. Who am I kidding?

My novella 'This Foolish & Harmful Delight' is now at 7,297 words. Not many words written this week but a new twist to the plot. Excited to see where it leads me. Still sorting out the future chapters of Last Seen Drowning. I also scratched out a 900 word plan for a new short story 'The Roar of the Beast at the Station at the End of the World', but I'll probably change that title as it reminds me too much of Rob Shearman's awesome 'The Dark Space in the House in the House in the Garden at the Centre of the World'. But it'll do for now.

Back to the typewriter... Only I don't use a typewriter.

I miss typewriters.