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November Normalcy [Nov. 27th, 2012|07:10 pm]
Danny Adams
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[Current Location |The Middle Of The Island]
[Current Mood |A-noised]
[Current Music |Can't hear my own head]

For me "normalcy" tends to include being on a regular writing schedule near the top of the list. So after my ironic dearth of writing this NaNoWriMo month I got back to it this past week, working on a short story sequel to Philip Jose Farmer's The Wind Whales of Ishmael, which went off yesterday, and then back at Arizona yesterday.

Of course the schedule may get disrupted again this week since we've still got plumbing and hot water heater problems across the house, but after spending most of this month getting no actual writing done I'll take what I can get.


New Words: 3150 (750 / 2400) as an addition to chapter 7 ("The Scalphunters") and the opening of chapter 8 ("Copper Heart") of Arizona. Scene one, Rodrigo helps get a treaty signed just in time for a massacre. Scene two, Finn and Solana's son Riley has run away from home to join the army and, despite being 15 years old, succeeds thanks to a horse race with the Navajo.

Total Words: 214250.

Reasons For Stopping: Scenes complete, and had to get ready for work.

Book Years: 1849 and '53.

Mammalian Assistance: None, mainly because I'd locked Vegas out due to his being fussy lately about wanting to be on my lap getting constant attention. Also, I wasn't writing on our animals' favorite couch. Otherwise I would've instantly had at least two cats in my lap.

A normal November night at the Adams rancheria.
(Top o' couch: Nate and Nugget.
On the couch: Tucker, Velvet, Vegas, Hayes, and Friday.)

Exercise: Walking down to campus, and a bit of walking around it yesterday.

Stimulants: A dollop of Dr Pepper today.

Today's Opening Passages:

Yesterday: Rodrigo believed the new treaty made between the Americans and the Navajo was a good one, until it shattered even before the Navajo rode away.

Today: Riley was sure his parents would forgive him for stealing the horse, the big black Andalusian he rode now. And for running away. Or so he told himself all the way up Arizona.

Darling Du Jour: Nothing springs out at me.

Tyop Du Jour: The commando officer of this post.

Non-Research / Review Books In Progress: The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch and Jeffrey Zaslow.


[User Picture]From: sartorias
2012-11-28 01:40 am (UTC)
*photo love*
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[User Picture]From: madwriter
2012-11-29 02:53 am (UTC)
I'm not sure how happy Tucker was with the set-up, though!
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