A slow words day at the end of a slow (and cold, and icy) weekend. I got my quota early on Saturday and spent the rest of the day reading over here: http://file40.net/file40g/crispins/cris_page.html. Sunday it took forever to get words, mostly because I would write a line or a paragraph and have to go do more research. (Great page on the St. Johns river basin here: http://sjr.state.fl.us/welcome/river_tour/river_tour.html.)
And now Monday is staring me in the face, and I want to blink and sit down and stare at the freezing rain accumulating on my deck, sip some tea, and read while my subconscious processes the next disaster to hit Gi and Brazas on their trip across Florida.
I think it's bears next. Or more Indians. Or, you know, maybe something that might drive the plot?
And now Monday is staring me in the face, and I want to blink and sit down and stare at the freezing rain accumulating on my deck, sip some tea, and read while my subconscious processes the next disaster to hit Gi and Brazas on their trip across Florida.
I think it's bears next. Or more Indians. Or, you know, maybe something that might drive the plot?
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Date: 2007-01-21 11:22 pm (UTC)I understand. Instead of "and then the next worst thing happened". But you're in first draft, right?
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Date: 2007-01-22 01:46 am (UTC)