Flaming June, Dante Gabriel Rossetti
8:16 pm, Addendum
Came back from the beach this morning, sat down in front of the Mac and opened the Aloli/Emeryk manuscript, and a severe case of procrastination struck me. I added a bit more to yesterday’s scene, and sat staring. Went online and surfed for a while, discovered an e-publisher, Liquid Silver Books, did some market research, went back to the manuscript, remembered today was farmer’s market at the marina, and I didn’t have any lettuce for the roast chicken salad I had a yen for. In a blink, I was in the car heading across town. Spent $12.80 and came home with a lovely head of red lettuce, a spiffy bunch of emerald green spinach, a bellpepper, carrots, fingerling potatoes, spicy mixed greens, a Japanese yellow melon, and a bag of green beans. Enjoyed a delicious lunch of roast chicken salad, decided against opening the bottle of pinot grigio Michelle gave me in my birthday bag yesterday; the chicken and greens needed something less dry and more fruity.
Sat down in front of the computer again, stared at the great white sea where the last scene ended, glanced at the balcony washed in sunshine, and decided a walk would do me good. On the walk I figured out a few more story steps. Came home, and at last, managed 1,316 words. Finally broke 10,000 words; manuscript is now 10,141. Yay me.
This morning…
8,825. Finished the scene between Aloli and Noraeka. Roughly. Have a new scene between Aloli and Emeryk today, but thought of a few more details to add to the Aloli/Noraeka scene too.
Yesterday was a lovely day, writing-wise. My birthday’s coming up on the 4th, but Michelle’s going to be traveling to Burma and Cambodia so we celebrated it early with a wonderful lunch at the Renaissance Cafe and, after our time at It’s A Grind, she treated me to dinner at the Gaucho Grill, and I got presents too! Thank you, Michelle!
Michelle said people who live with cats have nerves of steel. Yep. Cats mess with you…
Cats stare at open doorways for no apparent reason.
Cats think it’s fun to lacerate your ankles.
When you’re trying to sleep, the cat climbs up onto the bed and sits on your head.
Assuming you can even get in your bed. Cats lie in the middle and stretch out with feline abandon. A queen size bed and there you are on the edge.
Cats throw up in the middle of your clean kitchen floor. Because it’s clean.
Never a dull moment with a cat.
It’s July 1! Three more days and I’ll begin a whole new bio-year. And this month’s objectives are…
1. Continue writing the romantic fantasy.
2. Plan a short story and write it in two days. (A challenge from Michelle.)
3. Develop more of Shadow Walk.
4. Finish review of Runaway Heart manuscript.
Overcast this morning, nice and cool. Yesterday’s heat lingered well into the night. I’m going to take my coffee to the beach and stare a bit.
