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madwriterAfter my aforementioned multi-months of weekly overtime, I'm out of practice at keeping tally of my daily word count when the writing actually is (almost) daily--particularly when I'm going back to the previous chapter and making changes and additions based on notes I wrote onto the pages while in Arizona. So instead of trying to work it out I just did a general chapter-by-chapter word count again and came up with 166,800, which puts me up by about 8,000 words from a week ago.
Vegas, of course, guarded his box pile, while Nate took a deceptively lounging position on the table. Dr. Pepper, glass-bottled sugar Coke, and fruit punch snow cone were consumed. Exercise was various walks, sometimes with Laurie and always with at least one dog, around the neighborhood and campus. (Tucker the Big Dog is a little sad that all of his biggest fans among the students graduated this past May.) I'm still walking through Rutherfurd, plodding through Galbraith, and just swept through Larry McMurty's Dead Man's Walk.
It's bad enough that bits and pieces of my mind like to skip ahead to the next book while I'm in the middle of the current book, but there's also a back-burner in my brain that is poking around at ideas for the second Giant Historical Epic after that: it's playing with Florida. Brain, we'll get to that. Let me finish Arizona first. And preferably The Great River too.
In other happy writing news, today's e-mail delivered the contract for my next poem in Asimov's, "Sunday at the Quantum Revival". I don't have any idea when the poem will appear, but my last couple of poems there appeared relatively quickly after I returned the signed paperwork.
In non-writing related stuff (except that this movie was based on a book), a couple of friends and I went to see Lawless this past Saturday at a theater in the town where the movie takes place. I liked the fact that they didn't automatically default to making Franklin County residents look like idiots, though saying "They stretched the truth" is like saying "War and Peace isn't short". Yes, the Bondurant brothers were moonshiners in Franklin County. Yes, Jack and Forrest were shot by Charles Rakes at a bridge. And I do believe that Rakes was shot by a police officer to get him to quit shooting at the Bondurants. But that's about the extent of the correlation between truth and movie.
Vegas, of course, guarded his box pile, while Nate took a deceptively lounging position on the table. Dr. Pepper, glass-bottled sugar Coke, and fruit punch snow cone were consumed. Exercise was various walks, sometimes with Laurie and always with at least one dog, around the neighborhood and campus. (Tucker the Big Dog is a little sad that all of his biggest fans among the students graduated this past May.) I'm still walking through Rutherfurd, plodding through Galbraith, and just swept through Larry McMurty's Dead Man's Walk.
It's bad enough that bits and pieces of my mind like to skip ahead to the next book while I'm in the middle of the current book, but there's also a back-burner in my brain that is poking around at ideas for the second Giant Historical Epic after that: it's playing with Florida. Brain, we'll get to that. Let me finish Arizona first. And preferably The Great River too.
In other happy writing news, today's e-mail delivered the contract for my next poem in Asimov's, "Sunday at the Quantum Revival". I don't have any idea when the poem will appear, but my last couple of poems there appeared relatively quickly after I returned the signed paperwork.
In non-writing related stuff (except that this movie was based on a book), a couple of friends and I went to see Lawless this past Saturday at a theater in the town where the movie takes place. I liked the fact that they didn't automatically default to making Franklin County residents look like idiots, though saying "They stretched the truth" is like saying "War and Peace isn't short". Yes, the Bondurant brothers were moonshiners in Franklin County. Yes, Jack and Forrest were shot by Charles Rakes at a bridge. And I do believe that Rakes was shot by a police officer to get him to quit shooting at the Bondurants. But that's about the extent of the correlation between truth and movie.
