Apologies for the late post. Just at the moment when I sat down to my PC, my mother took a fall in the loo, and it took the nice young woman next door and me almost two hours to somehow get her out of there and into bed. I'm still scared out of my wits, but it seems that we've been lucky - or our guardian angels are quite extraordinary. Still, it was a harrowing experience.
I took a few days off, my Moritz the cat died on Sunday night, his kidneys failed. He had a great run, 16 years, and I can say he truly lived his best life, he was a happy cat. Still it's hard. And I think the sadness of his passing has gotten all tangled up for me with the dispiriting times we're in, the lives lost to shortsightedness and willful stupidity. How are we supposed to function normally in this horrible morass.
So no writing, but I wanted to get back to work. Spent time this morning editing and transcribing old notes--more busy work than anything else, but close enough.
Two hours on the WIP today. I got tangled up in re-re-re-re-vising a couple of scenes. Trying a few different things with dreams and hallucinations, trying to make it readable. I'm not happy with it. But I get an A for effort.
Only 300 words today - but they are good words, if you know what I mean. I know where this chapter is going, I am just letting the characters sit and chat for a while!
Nothing... I had a bit of an accident (tripped on a concrete path) and while I'm okay, really only bruised and shaken, my arm's a bit sore so I am finding typing slow and stiff. I'll catch up on comments in a day or two.
I had put off writing all day due to various stressors, but Critical Role was kind enough to have technical difficulties and start 23 minutes late - just long enough for me to add a couple hundred words to my WIP. :D
I was quite busy last night, just mostly not with writing - I went for a walk before dinner, because I was busy at lunchtime when I usually walk, and learnt some of last week's dancing from the videos, since the class wouldn't let me in at the time, and played the poor fiddle, and discovered an Age of Sail post which was finished except for the pictures and put them in, and then I wrote a bit about a river. 109 words, after some trouble with closed bridges and diversions.
I had really meant to leave the path and have a look at the little peninsula which holds Colinton church, which the path cuts off, but staying on the path seemed difficult enough, and I just headed on until I found myself unexpectedly at the start of a long tunnel.
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So no writing, but I wanted to get back to work. Spent time this morning editing and transcribing old notes--more busy work than anything else, but close enough.
Hopefully will get more done tomorrow.
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I will be gone for a few days. See you on Monday.
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I had really meant to leave the path and have a look at the little peninsula which holds Colinton church, which the path cuts off, but staying on the path seemed difficult enough, and I just headed on until I found myself unexpectedly at the start of a long tunnel.
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