Monday, February 21, 2005
Snowing and cold
We’ve gotten about five inches of snow so far, and it’s continuing. Good thing it’s President’s Day, so most people are off. Of course, they want to scramble to the malls to spend money they don’t have, but that’s a whole other story.
I did eleven new pages of Ransagh yesterday and typed Chapter Three. They’re in the mountains, and about to finish up their adventures in the North before heading East. I’m 168 pages in to the piece, which is a good half way point. I’d rather have three shorter, tighter books than one behemoth. Also, I still have to write the Prophecies and the Cowrie Songs, and that’ll take up some space. I came up with more ideas for the East section, and jotted them down so I won’t lose them. East was always the most difficult – I had plenty of ideas for the other directions, but wasn’t sure what to do in the East. And it’s straightened itself out now, which is a relief.
And then I came down with an infection that I get occasionally, so that was about it for me for the rest of the day, unfortunately. I got my prescription refilled and started it. Since I rarely take medication, it only took about two hours to kick in. Unfortunately, it makes me drowsy, so I was rather useless.
By six o’clock, I gave up, crawled into bed and tried to find a movie. There was way too much depressing crap badly written and badly acted. It made me feel worse.
I finally found The Wedding Singer, which I’d never seen, and that was kind of fun.
I’m not making many plans for the work today. I wrote three pages of Ransagh, and I’m going to try to get something done on The Widow’s Chamber. I want to dig up the notebook from my research trip last year, so I can get it right. I’m reading about the Ursulines, but it’s not a well-written book, and, since it was written by a nun inside the order, it’s interesting how delicately she dances around church politics.
I dipped into the Marlowe book yesterday and it is fantastic. I read in the paper that there’s a new novel out about Marlowe. I’ll have to get it.
Slow and steady, word by word, and maybe it won’t be a lost day.
But at least it’s pretty outside!
Ink in My Potting Soil
One single, tiny shoot of thyme is peering out. It’s so cute!
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