Bookkeeping: Lynch
Oct. 4th, 2012 09:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clarentineI still haven't quite reached that first turning point and the end of the first act, but we're nearly there - and right on track, page-count-wise; I'm at 101 after tonight's transcription of the couple pages I got on the bus.
New words: 2851
Total words: 23,242
Mean things: macho bullshit; wishing you could be children again; the bright chance of escape thwarted; reminders of just how dangerous, and lonely, a situation you're in; having to lead when you're a natural follower.
Research: n/a
I need to go back to my earlier research and verify where the footbridge from downtown Lynchburg proper crossed to Daniel's Hill in 1909. And where the train station had been then. And maybe figure out what that footbridge would have looked like, given what it was crossing (Blackwater Creek, which was a substantial creek at the bottom of an even more substantial ravine). The bridge that carried trolleys and wagons across the creek to what is now Rivermont Avenue was a solid metal structure; I do have photos of that.
And then I get to have the big fight that ends the first act, and that I am looking forward to. ::grin::
***
I've been wicked tired lately, after a nonstop couple of weeks at work. I went to bed really early last night and woke up around 2AM on the tag end of the weirdest dream. All anxiety; being stalked and hiding and having to rescue myself, which is what I do to get out of dreams like that - forcing logic on an unreal situation wakes me up. I think today was the first day I've felt really well rested in more than a week.
Tuesday we start in on the next round of interviews to fill the position of the secretary who retired last week. We can't hire this one soon enough for my purposes. Too much stress, too much work, too little support from upstairs. What's new, right?
We still have tomatoes coming out of the garden, if you can believe it - there's been no frost, though we've had weather cool enough that I did bring the lemon tree indoors a couple of nights. We have a woodsplitting party planned for Saturday, and if I don't feel too tired after that I'm going to try and dig up some of the sweet potatoes to see how they're coming. They have to be dug before frost, and I've pushed it waiting so long. I don't want to get a nasty surprise. If the vines are any indicator, the harvest ought to be pretty damned good.
The leaves are starting to drop. Pretty soon this place will have that cathedral feel you get when it's all bare branches and high, pale sky. Excelsior, autumn!
New words: 2851
Total words: 23,242
Mean things: macho bullshit; wishing you could be children again; the bright chance of escape thwarted; reminders of just how dangerous, and lonely, a situation you're in; having to lead when you're a natural follower.
Research: n/a
I need to go back to my earlier research and verify where the footbridge from downtown Lynchburg proper crossed to Daniel's Hill in 1909. And where the train station had been then. And maybe figure out what that footbridge would have looked like, given what it was crossing (Blackwater Creek, which was a substantial creek at the bottom of an even more substantial ravine). The bridge that carried trolleys and wagons across the creek to what is now Rivermont Avenue was a solid metal structure; I do have photos of that.
And then I get to have the big fight that ends the first act, and that I am looking forward to. ::grin::
***
I've been wicked tired lately, after a nonstop couple of weeks at work. I went to bed really early last night and woke up around 2AM on the tag end of the weirdest dream. All anxiety; being stalked and hiding and having to rescue myself, which is what I do to get out of dreams like that - forcing logic on an unreal situation wakes me up. I think today was the first day I've felt really well rested in more than a week.
Tuesday we start in on the next round of interviews to fill the position of the secretary who retired last week. We can't hire this one soon enough for my purposes. Too much stress, too much work, too little support from upstairs. What's new, right?
We still have tomatoes coming out of the garden, if you can believe it - there's been no frost, though we've had weather cool enough that I did bring the lemon tree indoors a couple of nights. We have a woodsplitting party planned for Saturday, and if I don't feel too tired after that I'm going to try and dig up some of the sweet potatoes to see how they're coming. They have to be dug before frost, and I've pushed it waiting so long. I don't want to get a nasty surprise. If the vines are any indicator, the harvest ought to be pretty damned good.
The leaves are starting to drop. Pretty soon this place will have that cathedral feel you get when it's all bare branches and high, pale sky. Excelsior, autumn!
