What did I write yesterday? I can't remember, and I can't update my listing until I do.

Brain? What brain?

I remember I was in chat. I know I did quite a few words. I remember I was even happy about it. part of it was for Brother, but I can't figure out what the other might have been.

Oh, hold on. I bet it was some work on Abby!

Yes. There. That's better.

But now I remember there is one other bit of web work that has to be done right now. Isn't it always like that? Ah well. I'm still in a good mood over the story, so it's not all bad.

Well, so far not my best day. I woke up with one of those headaches that makes you sick to your stomach -- where everything smells awful, and the gentle meow of your favorite cat is likely to send you into a frenzy.

And into this headache came a 59 page agenda that I had to get done. It took me a long time, and then I wimpered and crawled off to the bathtub. And that was nice, until people kept calling and hanging up right about the time I had pulled myself up out the tub and gotten to the robe.
I have gotten no writing done, but then it's early for me. We had a fairly good now today, so Russ is spending the night in Wayne. My hope is to actually finish Brothers tonight, though the edge of the headache lingers, and it may be too much work for me tonight. We'll see. I seem to be coming out of it.

I'm thinking good thoughts....

I have had one of those odd, stupid breakthroughs that make you sit back and go, oh duh.

It's for the story, Brothers. It was not moving. I could inch my way forward with a few hundred words, eke out a thousand, and then sweat over it for the next 24 to 48 hours. The problem -- and I kept seeing it, but didn't actually face it -- was that the story wanted to end. Not the overall adventure, which will take the two characters many places in their world, but just this particular part of the adventure where they meet up, join forces to fight against a wrong, and start out away from the city.

Anyone else here read about Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser?

The reason it wants to end is because this is not a novel, but a collection of short stories, stupid. It wants to end because it is an adventure in itself, and while there is an over all storyline to follow, it is not necessary to take it every single step of the way.

I think I can finally get it through a touching scene at a cemetery and an unwanted reunion on the road. And then it will be done. Duh.

Today's mail brought two absolutely beautiful Folio Edition books. The first of the sixteen or so volumes of the History of England seires, and The Babylonians, which is the second of four books I have out of that particular set. The other is The Persians. I still have The Egyptians and the Hittites to buy, but at $50+ each, it's not something I leap out and grab on a whim. It took me a long time to decide to do the History of England set,which is also in the $50+ per book range.

I have learned something important about the Folio Books, of which I now have 20. I can trust them, especially where history is concerned. No, hold it --make that 22. I forgot the one Grant (Nero) and the Maltese Falcon book. Hmmm... might be getting up there with Russ's leatherbound Presidential Library from Easton Press.

Looking around, though, I think I need to redo my shelves in here. I might even do that yet this month, since I'm not going to do any spectacular writing, as far as I can tell. (grin) I may be slowed down by some reading, though. I made the mistake of starting The Babylonians, even knowing it was the type of thing that would take my attention from other work I need to do. Silly person....

Okay, it's 5:30. I should get some writing done first tonight, maybe. Russ worked out of the house today because he had some meetings here in town, but he's gone right now. I suspect he'll be back soon either with dinner, or with news that we should go head for dinner. I'm up for either one at the moment. Does make it difficult to start writing though...

Decisions, decisions.

And still no snow, by the way. We still have a chance of some tonight and tomorrow. I see by the radar that we might actually be right on the edge of a thin band of snow, but nothing yet....

Hello there.

I have spent all night writing an article on an outsider's introduction to Romance.

(Thunk)

But you know, I've really enjoyed the work and I like what I've written. I haven't done something like this in quite a while, and I really enjoyed the research and the conversations. But it is obvious I'm not going to get any other material done tonight.

Ah well. Having written this and Would That It Were kind of makes up for the rest of a rather blah month. And hey, I still have a bit more time to write that perfect novel before February, right?