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First, I’m still on schedule with the first draft of BECOME: TO RIDE THE STORM.

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Last Wednesday, I had started Chapter 36. Yesterday, I started Chapter 39. So, that’s actually a bit ahead of schedule. And, better yet, I’m starting to be able to visualize all the chapters that will get me from there to the climax.

That said, I didn’t get much more than a paragraph written yesterday because . . . distractions. And not necessarily the ones you might expect of a holiday week.

The first distraction was pain. See, my dog is now 14 and 1/2.

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(That’s not a current picture of Micah. He’s got a lot more grey on his face, now.) He doesn’t like going up and down the steps from the house to the patio and from the patio to the ground. The steps from the patio to the ground have a very low rise and are . . . is wider the right term here? Anyway:

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(This picture was taken before I’d done the spring cleanup.) Well, to get to the point: Monday night I was at the top of the steps trying to encourage Micah to climb up. He had, as he often does, stopped half-way. This was at about 10 o’clock at night, by the way. You can’t really see it in this photo unless you know what you’re looking for, but the patio has sunk a little–about an inch or so–just behind the top step. So, I started to go down to encourage Micah but, because I was concentrating on the dog instead of where I put my feet, I caught my foot on that little lip. And ended up at the bottom of the steps, landing hard on my left shoulder (the bad one that I hurt years ago). And I seem to have hit every single brick step on the way down. So, yesterday morning I was not exactly comfortable and not concentrating as well as I might. (I’m much better today, though I’m still not going to raise my left arm over my head very often.)

I decided to spend a little time preparing for tomorrow’s #ThemeThursday, which will be reluctant heroes. I was looking for an image to use in a twitter post for THE BARD’S GIFT. I found one. In fact, the image was so perfect I ended up making a new cover.

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And using the image from the old cover for the promo.

TBG Reluctant Hero

But, hey, for a change I’m all ready for #ThemeThursday. And still on schedule with the first draft of BECOME: TO RIDE THE STORM. So, win-win.

 

 

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Forgot to blog yesterday. Having Monday and Tuesday off was very disorienting. I spent half the day thinking it was Monday instead of Wednesday. Then today was very busy–which means I didn’t get much writing done, but I’ve got this bit of description stuck in my head, so I’ll likely at least get that out.

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Building momentum in writing is a little like building physical momentum. There’s inertia to overcome before things start moving more freely. Well, we’re almost to another weekend–only an ordinary one, this time–so, hopefully, I’ll start making better progress.

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Melting

It’s been a miserable few days here–hot and humid. I generally don’t deal well with heat and I really don’t deal well with humidity combined with heat. It’s 90 degrees right now, at ten o’clock in the morning. And overcast. Which makes it really miserable.

And, since my brain doesn’t work any better than the rest of me, progress on BECOME: TO CATCH THE LIGHTNING has slowed to a crawl.

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Still plugging away, but . . . yeah, I haven’t finished that chapter yet. Really hard to concentrate when I break into a sweat just sitting at my computer with two fans on me.

Fortunately, the heat is supposed to break tomorrow. Unfortunately (for my writing time) I go back to work on Thursday. So, this one is just going to take way longer than I planned.

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Sorry This is Late.

Very late. I haven’t been feeling very well off and on the last few days. Add in some distractions with the new dog–the two are not entirely unrelated–and nothing much has gotten done. Making a plan to change that, but no progress yet.

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I may have lost my mind. We’ll see. I went and got another dog on Saturday. She’s a real sweetheart–very, very good with people.

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Interactions with my resident dog still a work in progress.

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However, she’s way too interested in the resident feral cats (fed by my nephew) and a couple of small dogs we’ve passed on our walks (three so far).

Needless to say, I haven’t gotten any writing done since Friday–when I did finish a chapter of BECOME: TO CATCH THE LIGHTNING and figure out how many more chapters there are in that section I’ve been working on.

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Today is the seventeenth Father’s Day since Dad died in October 1999.

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My father.

Fiftieth Anniversary

(Yeah, that’s me with my eyes closed. It’s really hard to get a picture of me with my eyes open for some reason. That was my parents’ fiftieth wedding anniversary, btw. Yes, they were married in December, hence the wreaths in the background. And, yeah, if a couple of my stories have tall male protagonists with short, fiery love interests, well, you might be looking at part of the reason for that right there. 🙂 )

I was outside earlier (despite the heat wave) using a gardening tool of Dad’s–one he adapted for the purpose. I’m pretty sure it started out as a hoe, but Dad straightened it out and turned it into a long-handled scraper. It’s the perfect tool for scraping weeds out of my decomposed granite driveway (where they’re impossible to pull out because the ground is too compacted). Which is what Dad used it for. (It also makes a pretty decent lever for lifting stepping stones that have gotten well set into my adobe clay soil.)

His generation did a lot of that. If you needed a tool, you didn’t just run down and buy a new one. First you looked around at what you already had to see if there was something you could use or adapt to the purpose. I need to think like that more often.

Thinking of you today, Dad.

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Sad One-Year Anniversary

One year ago today, I took my heart dog, Aliza,

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to the vet for the very last time. Both Micah and I still miss her.

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Micah

Someday soon, when I can get enough of the yard cleaned up from all the weeds that grew out of last winter’s rain (some of which are nasty foxtails), I’ll start looking for another girl to join our little pack. (At almost thirteen and a half I can pretty well keep Micah out of the weeds. But a younger dog would be more of a challenge. Better to take care of that problem first.) Sometimes, I almost wish I had a smaller yard to take care of.

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