It’s a fallen tree. With a hole in it. Why, I don’t know. The hole is about eight inches by four, and goes straight through the tree.
It was a good walk of about an hour. Followed by another walk later, from my office to the post office, because hey! I work in a town, and the post office is walking distance. About twenty minutes to and another twenty back. Can’t say I didn’t get my exercise! I’m well over 10,ooo steps, many of them directly uphill!
I also sent out the final Con or Bust paperbacks to the winning bidders. Both in Texas, by coincidence. Took care of a bunch of business -type chores, and cleared the decks for hitting the keyboard hard tomorrow and Saturday.
Sunday, it’s the Genrettes meeting, and I’m all a-twitter about what they’re going to say about that chunk of my prose that they’ve been reading…
I had a few delays this week due to general life-type chores. I’ve missed my walks in the woods for several days (which I have discovered makes me sorta cranky).  But I’m back in the saddle, and typing away… and the weekend is nearly upon us.
Current fleurs on desk
I had the fun of sending out a serious chunk of prose to the Fabulous Genrettes, my writer’s group, for analysis and dissection at our next meeting. Naturally, I just want them to tell me how brilliant I am! But, being a pro, I’m willing to be told that I’m only mostly brilliant, and that the prose (ahem) desperately needs some loving care, attention, and bringing-to-heel (AKA rewrites).
Other than that there is, at the moment, little to report on the writing front — largely because I don’t generally blog about the content of what I’m working on, and I don’t post word counts (as explained in this ancient entry from before I had an office and while I still had a day job). But I am at it, and looking forward to the weekend, which is prime writing time for me, when I have the entire building to myself.
I’m still currently reading Ada Palmer’s Too Like the Lightning, but I always do have trouble reading fiction when I’m also writing fiction, so I have paused for the moment. Ada’s book both deserves and requires attention; I don’t want to read it sloppily, and I realized that I was doing so — so I stopped. I’ll get back to it in a bit, when I’m at a good pause-for-a-breather point in my own work.
I’ve also picked up Neil Gaiman’s The View from the Cheap Seats, which, being non-fiction, doesn’t hijack my fiction-processing faculties. It includes the text to the famous “Make Good Art” speech, always an inspiration to me.
Lastly: Do not forget about the Con or Bust fundraising auction!  Bidding closes on Sunday at 4PM Eastern time, and there are lots of SF/F- related books objects and memorabilia available, and jewelry and handicrafts. Like a steampunk guitar pick-guard! Seriously, where else are you going to find one of those?
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