I remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz
2 years ago, mid-afternoon
Here’s today’s progress on my fin de siecle gothic epistolary, now with Bonus! ghosts, guilt, and the threat of elder gods in the aftermath of two gruesome unsolved murders:
Deadline: None at present
New words written: 1682 (ok)
Present total word count: 29,752 words
Things accomplished in fiction: The girlfriend suspects something is up. She’s not wrong.
Things accomplished in real life: Daily jaunt around the neighborhood with the dog; did a couple loads of laundry; cleaned my bathroom and most of the rest of the house; busted out the shampooer because SOME FLUFFY DOG just HAD to barf copiously in the ONLY room of the house with carpeting in it; saw one of the aforementioned fluffy dog’s buddies out and about with his people, and invited them into the yard for an impromptu playdate – which both dogs LOVED.
Other: Gave up on the yard yesterday. Have contacted a professional about helping us with HedgeHenge and the weird terracing that’s eroding around the garden; it needs a little retaining wall or something, and the rest of the yard (the back, in particular) is just kind of a wreck. The nice landscaping lady is coming over on Monday, and I’m feeling pretty good about that. I will try to prevent myself from greeting her by yelling SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY just fix it please I beg you okay?
Son of Other: Because a couple of people asked yesterday (in light of Greyson’s birthday post), the truth is – we have no idea when Spain the Cat was born. She was 2-3 years old when we adopted her, so we don’t even have a season to go by, and that’s why she never got a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY online. That having been said, we brought her home in early March of 2002, so we arbitrarily set her birthday at January 1, 2000. She is one fabulous and well beloved little cat all the same, I assure you.
Number of fiction words so far this year: 25,765