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Here’s today’s progress on my rural gothic monster story about small-town secrets, old family lies, accidental legend-tripping, and a missing newlywed in the Okefenokee swamp – where you can drive SR 177 from west to east and cross six bridges…or take it from east to west, and you might hit seven. (But you’d better hope not.)
Project: The Seventh Bridge
Deadline: January 15, 2016
New words written: 1403
Present total word count: 2515
Things Accomplished in Fiction: Bickering, bitching, and idle threats – interrupted by a peculiar one-lane bridge.
Things Accomplished in Real Life: Neighborhood jaunt with dog; not much else – as I got a late start today.
Other: I spent much of yesterday quite sick, from God knows what. Felt almost like the flu, but not quite … and it might’ve been as simple as the fact that I barely slept the night before, courtesy of a bad allergy attack. I don’t know. I ate a little, settled in early, took a couple of Benedryl … and slept in until almost 10:00. It feels lazy of me, but I really, really needed it. Today I feel much better.
Other, Redux: So… Hell and Half of Georgia. Got a lot of thumbs-up feedback on that sadly now-discarded title. I don’t know. Maybe I’ll ask my editor about it again later on. As I mentioned, the deadline isn’t until January of next year – so there’s no great rush.
TV-Related Other: I HATE Tuesday night TV, because I have to choose between Face Off/Agent Carter, and Person Of Interest/Justified. Yes, we record the “losers” and watch them later, but I hate having to do that. Can’t we spread out some of the good TV across the rest of the week? What about Thursday? Except for Archer, Thursday’s kind of a wasteland, these days…?
Number of fiction words so far this year: 26,703
Allegedly we’re getting more snow this afternoon/evening – maybe as much as 3-6 inches – but I’m not holding my breath. More often than not if we DO get snow, it sneaks up on us, un-predicted. As a point of note, right now the radar says the storm system is sitting right on top of us … and we’ve got jack squat to show for it. Not even rain.
Of course, the skies are welcome to prove me wrong. Not because I’m a huge fan of snow or anything … but because THIS GUY loves the hell out of it.
[Edited to add: Literally the moment I posted this entry, we got our first flurries. That’ll show me, eh?]