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The dog in question has established a game for when I'm weeding. Which is an urgent task at this time of year as the oxalis wants to choke everything. When I weed I have to throw the weeds into the air for the dog to leap at and bring down. But every once in a while she gets too excited or something and lunges at the weeds before they've left my hand. And that hurts. And I'm hear to tell you that a puncture wound with bruise attached on the pad of your dominant hand pointer finger is really a drag (hi, James!).
Another thing about my fingers. Emma has sneakily sucked me into her sliding vortex of needlework craving. I found a crochet hook with a fat handle that doesn't hurt my hand, though the other hand gets tired easily from guiding the yarn. I've been using coarse, smooth cotton, about the thickness of sport wool. But all I'm doing right now is practicing and tearing it out, because I'm having trouble getting the stitches to be even. I have two ambitions. One is to make socks and the other is to make an Irish crochet window thing with a sine curve (naturally, though I can't really swear that the function that describes the curve really will be a sine)and acorns and oak leaves. I have to do a lot of inventing for the second, and maybe for the first, since I've not been happy with the patterns I could find so far (they all seem to ask for worsted weight yarn, and I've been down that road before, I don't need to go there again).
And I've been trucking along with the Sims graphics. And I wrote a little. Less than two hundred words, but I'm going to write more before I go to bed. Anyway, this bit -- it's called a "chapter" but there are only three of these things planned for the book -- is 11150 words long now, so it's adding up. The whole book has over 18K words so far.
The process -- since this book is one that I already wrote once, but I don't have it to work from, the process is very much like a first draft for me. I know what happens, and I know a lot of the specific words, but I really am writing, not channeling. Some excellent things I fear are lost forever. Other things are probably better this time around. Sometimes I do try to remember exactly what I did before, but mostly I just write. I wish I did remember some things, because there are problems I solved before that I have to solve all over again.
But. I back up offsite every single day. THat particular thing will not happen to me again.
Another thing about my fingers. Emma has sneakily sucked me into her sliding vortex of needlework craving. I found a crochet hook with a fat handle that doesn't hurt my hand, though the other hand gets tired easily from guiding the yarn. I've been using coarse, smooth cotton, about the thickness of sport wool. But all I'm doing right now is practicing and tearing it out, because I'm having trouble getting the stitches to be even. I have two ambitions. One is to make socks and the other is to make an Irish crochet window thing with a sine curve (naturally, though I can't really swear that the function that describes the curve really will be a sine)and acorns and oak leaves. I have to do a lot of inventing for the second, and maybe for the first, since I've not been happy with the patterns I could find so far (they all seem to ask for worsted weight yarn, and I've been down that road before, I don't need to go there again).
And I've been trucking along with the Sims graphics. And I wrote a little. Less than two hundred words, but I'm going to write more before I go to bed. Anyway, this bit -- it's called a "chapter" but there are only three of these things planned for the book -- is 11150 words long now, so it's adding up. The whole book has over 18K words so far.
The process -- since this book is one that I already wrote once, but I don't have it to work from, the process is very much like a first draft for me. I know what happens, and I know a lot of the specific words, but I really am writing, not channeling. Some excellent things I fear are lost forever. Other things are probably better this time around. Sometimes I do try to remember exactly what I did before, but mostly I just write. I wish I did remember some things, because there are problems I solved before that I have to solve all over again.
But. I back up offsite every single day. THat particular thing will not happen to me again.