Lay me down tonight in my diamonds and pearls
Here's today's progress on my subtropical (art)deco mystery about a friendly medium in a historic spiritualist community teaming up with a WWI shell-shocked haberdasher who's receiving love notes from hell ... as inspired by a real place and a real set of bizarre (otherworldly?) incidents:
Project: Cassadaga
Deadline: February 1, 2015
New words written: 1735 (better; still meh)
Present total word count: 3446
Things Accomplished in Fiction: Met the neighbors; accepted some gentle flattery; took a lantern outside to check out the damage from the most recent fire.
Things Accomplished in Real Life: Neighborhood jaunt with dog; went to the hardware store; went to the liquor store; went and got lunch; went to the grocery store (because I don't dare do that while I'm hungry); did a couple loads of laundry, but I still need to fold it all and put it away.
Other: Once again, I started from the beginning and tweaked the starter content into submission. Beginnings are hard (for me, anyway), but they need to be right. So I realize it looks like progress is hella-slow-going, but it'll probably pick up from here ... at least until the holidays land in earnest, at which point all bets are off.
Cat Other: We have a new tactic in the little old lady cat war, and I have dubbed it Operation: KittySquish. [Spoiler: No kitties are harmed in Operation: KittySquish - only temporarily inconvenienced.] Basically, when she started yowling her head off (around 3:00 a.m.) I tracked her down, picked her up, and stuffed her under the covers with me. Then I tucked her under my arm, looped my pinkie under her collar, and refused to let her leave. She struggled and fussed for a few minutes, then conked out and forgot about the whole thing. Given her cognitive state these days, I assume she was like, "Oh yeah, it's really awesome to sleep under the covers like this. Glad I thought of it." [:: cat snores ::]
Bonus Other: It wasn't exactly an uninterrupted nighttime of slumber, but at this point ONLY one round of "WHERE THE HELL IS THE CAT?" played in the wee hours of the morning feels like a freaking vacation. And it's not like she holds Operation:KittySquish against me; she's been lounging in my lap all day as usual, no hard feelings. Let's hope this continues to work.
Depressing Other: Elderly pets, man. [:: sigh ::]
Happier Other: But dig that word count for the year, would you? (See next lines down.) I've still got a couple of weeks, Christmas notwithstanding ... I'll see how high I can push it, so I know what bar I'm trying to beat NEXT year.
Number of fiction words so far this year: 257,658
Kittygram
This-here is a cat who gives exactly zero craps how well you sleep through the night. It's a good thing she's so cute.
Project: Cassadaga
Deadline: February 1, 2015
New words written: 1735 (better; still meh)
Present total word count: 3446
Things Accomplished in Fiction: Met the neighbors; accepted some gentle flattery; took a lantern outside to check out the damage from the most recent fire.
Things Accomplished in Real Life: Neighborhood jaunt with dog; went to the hardware store; went to the liquor store; went and got lunch; went to the grocery store (because I don't dare do that while I'm hungry); did a couple loads of laundry, but I still need to fold it all and put it away.
Other: Once again, I started from the beginning and tweaked the starter content into submission. Beginnings are hard (for me, anyway), but they need to be right. So I realize it looks like progress is hella-slow-going, but it'll probably pick up from here ... at least until the holidays land in earnest, at which point all bets are off.
Cat Other: We have a new tactic in the little old lady cat war, and I have dubbed it Operation: KittySquish. [Spoiler: No kitties are harmed in Operation: KittySquish - only temporarily inconvenienced.] Basically, when she started yowling her head off (around 3:00 a.m.) I tracked her down, picked her up, and stuffed her under the covers with me. Then I tucked her under my arm, looped my pinkie under her collar, and refused to let her leave. She struggled and fussed for a few minutes, then conked out and forgot about the whole thing. Given her cognitive state these days, I assume she was like, "Oh yeah, it's really awesome to sleep under the covers like this. Glad I thought of it." [:: cat snores ::]
Bonus Other: It wasn't exactly an uninterrupted nighttime of slumber, but at this point ONLY one round of "WHERE THE HELL IS THE CAT?" played in the wee hours of the morning feels like a freaking vacation. And it's not like she holds Operation:KittySquish against me; she's been lounging in my lap all day as usual, no hard feelings. Let's hope this continues to work.
Depressing Other: Elderly pets, man. [:: sigh ::]
Happier Other: But dig that word count for the year, would you? (See next lines down.) I've still got a couple of weeks, Christmas notwithstanding ... I'll see how high I can push it, so I know what bar I'm trying to beat NEXT year.
Number of fiction words so far this year: 257,658
Kittygram
This-here is a cat who gives exactly zero craps how well you sleep through the night. It's a good thing she's so cute.
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