I now have an icon for the posts focusing on the Pandora book.
Total word count, The Moments of Being Pandora: 63,562
New words today: 1,392
I slacked. Well, I thought a lot, because the story’s at a point where I have to make certain decisions about the conclusion and Why People Did Things, and Are They Really Evil Or Is All This Just The Way The Universe Works (leaning towards the latter, actually, teaching my teenagers-on-the-verge-of-adulthood a Lesson that is satisfying in one way while being slightly unsatisfying in another) and once my internet connection had been restored I did some research, and then spent way too much time clicking through to various places I didn’t really need to click through to. The laundry’s done, though. Forgot to put the dishwasher on again, however. I’ll go do that now.
But I did slack. If I hadn’t kept wandering off I could have done more than this. Now when I sit down again I’ll be basically at the same place: exposition handled by a new character explaining his past and revealing that he’s not a Bad Guy (but his actions have led to something Bad happening), before my protagonists can act. Or come up with a possible plan to act upon, first. I hate this part of a story; picking through the potential paths I could take and trying to figure out which one would work best is not fun at all for me. I prefer it when my characters just go ahead and do things true to their personalities, and I discover the story as they go. Now comes careful plotting and pulling together of plot threads and pinning down certain things, and it’s been stalling me for months. Oh, I have the general outline, but it’s the tiny things that get the story from A to B to C that are frustrating me now. The details all need to be considered in order for it to work properly.
Quidditch cat! Iâ€™m on ur broomâ€¦.
I’m tired, and it made me laugh.
Word counts and progress report forthcoming.
We’re home, we’re alive, the cats are alive, all must be well.
It wasn’t exactly a relaxing weekend, but it was an important one. Liam slept dreadfully over the weekend, as did we. The drive home was awful thanks to that lack of sleep and the unyielding sun and humidity. We took Liam to the Canadian Warplane Heritage Museum on Father’s Day to see the planes fly and taxi around (who are we kidding, it was so we could see the Avro Lanc flying again — and fly it did without incident, unlike the last time I saw it out) which he absolutely adored; much more exciting than walking through the hangar looking at the parked aircraft. He caught ten minutes of sleep in the car then refused lunch and a real nap. Then his fifteen-month-old cousin (a useful catch-all term for the daughter of my own cousin) came over and they played together, providing several opportunities for laughter and photos. It was such a great afternoon, the lack of sleep and food aside. And it meant a lot to all of us for him to finally meet his great-grandmother.
As soon as we got home he was completely back on schedule — food, naps, bedtimes and wake-up times. Yesterday was a quiet snuggly day with books and movies, and today he’s off at daycare so I can get some more writing done before the next contract lands on my desk, as it’s scheduled to sometime before the end of the week.
I’m not feeling terribly communicative these days; it might have something to do with the huge pile of stuff that needs to get done and the lack of time in which to do it (or the computer programs that keep unhelpfully crashing, which are delaying some of the tasks). Nor did the Bell technician accidentally terminating my phone line this morning while fixing the downstairs tenant’s line help (then leaving for another job before coming back to fix it), or the refusal of my computer/modem/router/ISP to get back in harness when the line was restored. It made my scheduled research difficult, to say the least. So I did laundry instead.
Other than that, life in general and things are kind of there. And it’s orchestra tonight; only a week and a half till the concert on July 1.