The Day Dream, Dante Gabriel Rossetti
4,084/60,000. Driving home last night, traffic rolled along at a pretty good pace considering that Wednesday nights are usually ick, looked up and caught sight of the moon half-swaddled in clouds, its pale face reddened by the earth’s shadow. Loved seeing that, but had to keep my eye on the road. The sky was overcast and I hadn’t expected to see the eclipse at all, but there it was–red moon rising.
An unexpected conversation between Randall and Deidre yielded good work this morning. The more I write of this book, the more I like it. It’s not an easy story to write, but it is shaping up nicely so far.