Not much to report today. Writing is proceeding apace, and I’ve just completed Chapter 6. I added a bit of it to my WriMo profile excerpt thingy, because it didn’t seem completely stinky. Both that and my word count from the past two days were surprising, because I managed to clock myself on the head with a ceramic bookend on Sunday. It’s a long story, but it meant I was writing 2000 words a day even while K watched me to make sure I didn’t have a concussion. Who knows, maybe it knocked out my Inner Critic instead.
Onward and forward!
You did what? You hit your what with a ceramic what? Explain, sir. And may I add an empathic “OW!!”
By the way, http://www.nanowrimo.org/simpleinfo.php?uid=154134.
Plus, I’m actually having to research and write a paper for the American Anthropological Association meetings this week, so I’m suddenly writing or preparing to write something like six hours a day. In addition to administrative and teaching stuff. Just trying to strike a balance somehow….
“You did what?”
Yes, well. It went kinda like this:
C: “We don’t need to move stuff off the top of the dresser. We’re both here to move it and it’s just a short distance.”
K: “Ummm, okay.”
C: “Ow, my head!”
And thus it was that Winnie-the-Pooh came to give me a goose egg. THE END.
You should totally put that in your novel. It could be a variation of an Easter-type story.
“Daddy, Daddy, why does Winnie-the-Pooh bring us goose eggs?”
“Well, it started like this…”