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Another week of the Clarion Write-a-Thon, another chunk of words. Forward progress slowed down this week for research and blocking out of the next section, and a few words got tweaked in earlier chapters to fit some new directions.
The facebook portal appears to hate my pretty word-count meter, so I'm going to see if just spelling it out makes a difference.
We now stand at 30,750 words of a projected 100,000. Not counting notes, research, plot tweakage, and Evil Afoot.
This is part of how it goes:
She stared off past him, into some distance that only she could see. "It's moving too fast. As if something else--some other hand--is driving it. Something that should not be there."
No Kidding, there.
We had a break in the monsoon last week. The dry air was incredibly welcome, though one of the coolers finally decided to quit, and I couldn't get anyone in to fix it. A kind friend is on the way today to see what he can do--dodging storms. We've had a couple already today, and a good one yesterday. This for us has been a most excellent monsoon. Which we need. Badly.
Before the storms rolled in yesterday, I drove up to Sonoita to the Empire Ranch. This is a 150-year-old ranch, now historically designated in the process of preservation, and the Foundation has invited me to bring a Lipizzan (or two or three) to their Roundup in November. Pook will go, of course. And a mare or two, if we do a yoga demo as well as the Pretty White Stallion part. We'll come up with something interesting to do, and a nice narration for the announcer to read, and take it from there. Should be fun, and the setting is absolutely beautiful.
In fact if anybody wants to come and join us, it's November 5th....
The facebook portal appears to hate my pretty word-count meter, so I'm going to see if just spelling it out makes a difference.
We now stand at 30,750 words of a projected 100,000. Not counting notes, research, plot tweakage, and Evil Afoot.
This is part of how it goes:
She stared off past him, into some distance that only she could see. "It's moving too fast. As if something else--some other hand--is driving it. Something that should not be there."
No Kidding, there.
We had a break in the monsoon last week. The dry air was incredibly welcome, though one of the coolers finally decided to quit, and I couldn't get anyone in to fix it. A kind friend is on the way today to see what he can do--dodging storms. We've had a couple already today, and a good one yesterday. This for us has been a most excellent monsoon. Which we need. Badly.
Before the storms rolled in yesterday, I drove up to Sonoita to the Empire Ranch. This is a 150-year-old ranch, now historically designated in the process of preservation, and the Foundation has invited me to bring a Lipizzan (or two or three) to their Roundup in November. Pook will go, of course. And a mare or two, if we do a yoga demo as well as the Pretty White Stallion part. We'll come up with something interesting to do, and a nice narration for the announcer to read, and take it from there. Should be fun, and the setting is absolutely beautiful.
In fact if anybody wants to come and join us, it's November 5th....
