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Historic house in Charlestown, MA. I think I’d change some of the furniture, though.
New Orleans was wonderful, though not good for my waistline or my writing.
My favorite t-shirt seen in the tourist shops: What goes down in Vegas stays in Vegas. What goes down in New Orleans, you go home and brag about!
My favorite restaurant: R’evolution, and the always-wonderful Court of Two Sisters and Commander’s Palace, though I can honestly say we didn’t have a bad meal the whole time we were there.
Loved the football game and the paddlewheeler cruise to the Chalmet Battlefield (Battle of New Orleans).
Loved it all.
And now to get back to work.
I need to finish Crows by the end of the month, and so far it has not been going well. So I signed up for a end-of-year challenge at Forward Motion (www.fmwriters.com), the writing site to which I belong, and I’m posting it here as well. If I don’t do the writing, I will have to endure public humiliation.
I need to write at a rate of about 1200 words a day, more if I don’t want to be writing over my vacation, and I will be posting my progress here daily. If you don’t see an update, feel free to nag me. If I’m falling behind, feel free to prod me. If I’m keeping up, please feel free to cheer 😀
Here’s to a completed draft and a happy new year!
A bit of a different look for the holiday season: not nearly as spooky 🙂
I hope everyone is enjoying whatever holiday they celebrate and making good memories to keep you warm. I know many people have bad memories and bad situations, with too much stress and too many expectations. I wish you peace, or at least survival.
And whoever you are, wherever you are, I hope the season and the coming year bring you love, peace, health, prosperity, spiritual growth, and most of all your heart’s desire.
On Facebook, there’s a meme asking people to list ten books that influenced them, without putting too much thought into it. Yeah, like I can limit it to ten 😀
The ensuing conversations reminded me that when I was about 12, we got a couple of boxes of books from my grandfather — mostly Louis L’Amour westerns, but a few tucked in the bottom were, ahem, totally unsuitable for a girl my age, like Frank Yerby’s The Golden Hawk, which I hid under my bed so my mother wouldn’t find out I was reading it and brought out to read at night by flashlight when I was supposed to be sleeping.
Talk about eye-opening! I can honestly say that I learned more about the complexities and ambiguities about love, hate, sex, and revenge from that book than from any other single source. I must have read it several dozen times over the next few years, until I left for college.
I don’t think I want to go back to read that book. I’ve moved to far along. But I’m thinking I might want to read more of Yerby’s writing one of these days.
In the rush to finish my 50K words by the end of November, I forgot to keep my blog updated. I did make it, with a day to spare, and I have a fairly complete draft of Crows, a paranormal mystery featuring a no-nonsense cop, ghost, a psychic crown named Wotan, and a nice guy who finishes first. Oh, and lots of sex 😀
Now I need to fill in the holes in the draft, then clean it up before it’s ready to go. It’s one of the cleanest most coherent stories I’ve ever written. As I continue to work, I’m afraid I’ll find some deep flaw that I didn’t notice before. But more often, I find myself thinking, “Hey, this isn’t bad at all!”