note to myself: what about the dead?

( in which I ruminate about handling corpses under harsh conditions. You don't have to read this. )

I'm at 63237 words.  I've been putting in several-hundred word chunks about handling the dead and various crises and stuff: some things I'd always planned on putting in but handn't for one reason or another, and some things that I've been thinking about just now.

At one point I had thought the book wasn't going to be sufficiently grim for a book about war and its aftereffects. but I don't think so anymore.

"The Pumpkin's Fancy"

Instrumental music is usually good for writing to because I don't get distracted by the words.  So I put on a Wicked Tinkers CD.

How in the <i>hell</i> do you get bent notes with a bagpipe?  I am not imagining this.  I am not interpreting grace notes as bent notes, these are definitely bent notes.  On highland pipes, it says here.  No electronic manipulation that I know if.

The heretical bastard Aaron Shaw has a bass tappan (drum) accompaniment to his  very scary, very creepy piobrochead ("A Flame of Wrath," commemmorating the composer. Donald Mor, burning all the people of a village in their homes to avenge the death of his brother, Squinting Patrick).  It just makes it creepier and scarier.