I’m still wrestling with some intermittent fried-brain syndrome, and thought that a touch of back-to-nature and solitude would be just the thing.
Obviously, a walk in the woods was called for. Soothe my spirit! Clear my mind! Plus, whenever I go for walks in the woods, I just naturally start thinking about scenes from the next Steerswoman books. Because of the walking. And the woods. And the solitude. Three things that often go together in a Steerswoman’s life.
I figured that if I wanted to take a walk in the woods, I’d better do it today (Thursday), since it’s going to rain Friday.
And it turned out that everybody else in town and all the surrounding towns had exactly the same idea at exactly the same time.
Again. This keeps happening to me!
I had forgotten to change into my real hiking boots, so I took the flattest trail available — possibly that was a factor, too.
Well, I did have some moments alone.
You know, back in my serious backpacking days, walking in the rain was just a thing that happened. You didn’t stop hiking for a little rain. Rain ponchos were invented for a reason!
That might solve my solitude problem. I’ll have to give that some consideration.
In other news: everyone keeps telling me that Scrivener is the best word processing software for creative writers. I keep digging in my heels, due to being perfectly comfortable with MS Word, which has seen me through a lot of writing…
But I’m currently juggling multiple versions of multiple scenes, with multiple possibilities for sequencing, as well. I thought I’d see if the Scrivener interface was better for sorting things out, as everyone claims it is. So far, I’m just importing my current work into it, so I won’t have a verdict for a while, but I’ll keep you posted.
Let’s see, what else?
Ha! How about a random passage from Book 5?
Mascha met him at the mud-room door, exactly as if she had known he would step outside, and known when he would return. Artos never understood how she managed that; the visit to the stables had been a whim. She stood aside while Gaff took his coat and the boy knelt to brush off his boots.
As they headed toward the dining hall, Artos asked, “Are our guests already there, and do they have any idea how to conduct themselves?”
“The Baron has acquired the notion that they mustn’t seat themselves until you arrive, and the others are taking their cues from him. All our guests are simply standing about, entirely ill-at-ease.” Mascha went on: “The daughter seems pleased at something.”
“She’s just met me. I should have been a boor to her. I seem to manage that well enough when it’s not useful to me, you’d think at least it would rise to the occasion when I need it.”
“Unfortunately, it would likely do no good. Your occasional clumsiness is a significant part of your native charm.”
“Wonderful. It seems I can do no wrong.”
She made a small sound of amusement. “A useful trait, my lord, all told. Many people have to bludgeon themselves to do what’s right.”
Okay, let’s call it a night.
Oh, it’s morning? Well, let’s still call it a night.