Nice that the Blogger site has an automatic login feature, I don't have to remember my password. Even though I do and would, since I expect to be using it a lot.
Got somewhere last night on Thrice and am now sitting at 2,270 words in this chapter banging head on keyboard not knowing what the next scene is. I'm fishing. I really need to move time along for these people because... the climax happens at the Blue Moon, Nov. 30, the last full moon of the month.
Okay. I have some idea what's causing the slowdown. I'm describing weather very much like I've got here in suburban New York because they're not that far north of me and visibility, warm or cold, rain or not et cetera is all very much like reality. They're in America and they will have some version of a weird, writerly, fannish Thanksgiving feast possibly with phone calls or visits from relatives. That's really sort of what's got to happen next.
But I'm also stalling because I need to know what the weather is on the last day - unless I really do take a sharp turn away from reality and give them a clear night to make the Blue Moon visible whether it really is or not.
I'm somewhat doing it in real time. Their story is concurrent with mine and just next door, down the road from the Twilight Zone. That's cool. That's a stretch and it's sort of fun but it puts odd constraints on it and part of me wants to work on the sort of thing I'm completely making up and controlling, having to stay closer to the Facts is tough!
My dinner's on the boil for another half hour yet at least, the meat didn't all fit in the pot and neither did the cabbage so half the meat and half the cabbage are sitting in the fridge in zipper bags waiting for it to get done - though I might put the uncooked stuff on the boil and cook that after I eat as that wouldn't be a real bad idea and make the broth very very rich. I started potatoes in another pot, there wasn't room for them in it either! What a feast! (And what smallish stewpot I've got, really want a bigger one sometime)...
Ari went rocketing around the house earlier today, jumping high and throwing things off the desk till I distracted him with his yellow and purple tennis ball. It's a nice one, a little larger than a ping pong ball but fuzzy and solid enough he can hook it with his claws while fighting it, knock it around, jump up and down on it or pick it up in his mouth. He loves that toy. Maybe I'll get him a couple more of them for Yule. He's such a kitten! Bigger than his mum - he's around 18" now from chest to rear and still growing, with two inch wide fluffy feet and an increasingly shaggy pelt and tail. He's very hairy and very large and soft and he's also remarkably athletic even for a cat.
I'm procrastinating... time to find out what they're eating and what's going to show up for it!
robert and ari