I need to just suck it up and realize that I need to live without pumpkin ice cream. The first time I bought it, our refrigerator went up, and I was left with pumpkin soup. The second time... well, the storm we had yesterday knocked out our power, and it's still not back on yet. It was pitch black when I walked in my house last night, and I had to carry a candlestick Victorian-horror-novel style in order to get ready for bed. I was really happy that I didn't have to use the restroom, though, 'cause no power on earth can make me walk into a blackened bathroom with only a sputtery candle if there's a huge mirror right in front of it. Nope.
So now, it is not simply my neck that's sore, but my whole entire back, because I was so cold last night from not having heat in November that I woke up several times curled into fetal position. My fish are totally giving me the "bitch, please-- you need to take our finny little asses back to the pet store" look. By the way, I did get a second betta-- a tiny little pale white female whom I've named Nigiri. White as snow, how appropriate.
Well, we should have light and heat by the time I get off work today. There was a crew out on the corner, and presumably, it's being worked on.
Oh coffee, thou fount of life, bring warmth back into my stiff little fingers.
So, my research is mostly done for my new novel, and I have 95% of the plot and novel structure outlined. I know my characters pretty well. The only thing left is to nail down specific locations, and to do that, I have to research Montana. I need to find an area that's densely wooded, and somewhere hikers sometimes go. Maybe somewhere with rarely-traveled bluffs or cliffs. Remote, but within about two hours of a small town that's large enough to have a hospital and sanitarium. I'm also nailing down my Maryland location. It looks like I'll be using Granite, Maryland as a setting-- it's wooded (near Patapsco State Park), it has a moving body of water (the Patapsco river), it's in/near a suburb of Baltimore, and it has a small-town feel. Dixie and I are going to do a drive-through sometime on Saturday so I can get a better feel for the area. I need to look into the local papers for the area, but I think it's pretty set. I like the name, too. It's cold-sounding. Stark and grey, just like the scenescape I have in my mind-- desaturated November days after the first major cold snap. The leaves are off the trees and browning along the paths, but it's not quite cold enough to snow, so everything is chilly and damp. Granite. It sounds unforgiving.
Saturday night, the writing begins.
Eeeee!
So now, it is not simply my neck that's sore, but my whole entire back, because I was so cold last night from not having heat in November that I woke up several times curled into fetal position. My fish are totally giving me the "bitch, please-- you need to take our finny little asses back to the pet store" look. By the way, I did get a second betta-- a tiny little pale white female whom I've named Nigiri. White as snow, how appropriate.
Well, we should have light and heat by the time I get off work today. There was a crew out on the corner, and presumably, it's being worked on.
Oh coffee, thou fount of life, bring warmth back into my stiff little fingers.
So, my research is mostly done for my new novel, and I have 95% of the plot and novel structure outlined. I know my characters pretty well. The only thing left is to nail down specific locations, and to do that, I have to research Montana. I need to find an area that's densely wooded, and somewhere hikers sometimes go. Maybe somewhere with rarely-traveled bluffs or cliffs. Remote, but within about two hours of a small town that's large enough to have a hospital and sanitarium. I'm also nailing down my Maryland location. It looks like I'll be using Granite, Maryland as a setting-- it's wooded (near Patapsco State Park), it has a moving body of water (the Patapsco river), it's in/near a suburb of Baltimore, and it has a small-town feel. Dixie and I are going to do a drive-through sometime on Saturday so I can get a better feel for the area. I need to look into the local papers for the area, but I think it's pretty set. I like the name, too. It's cold-sounding. Stark and grey, just like the scenescape I have in my mind-- desaturated November days after the first major cold snap. The leaves are off the trees and browning along the paths, but it's not quite cold enough to snow, so everything is chilly and damp. Granite. It sounds unforgiving.
Saturday night, the writing begins.
Eeeee!
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