day 8

Last night I was up too late messing around with the computer and getting the files uploaded to googledocs (they are shared with "anybody who has the link," and I'm sort of willing to share the link now if anybody's interested but I'm not looking for beta readers yet). But I woke up on time, did my two hours and 2300 words. Recall that I had written over 3000 words (maybe as much as 4000) yesterday and lost 1000, so I'm still trucking along.

Naturally the lost part got a lot longer when I re-wrote it, and I dropped a thing, so I don't know what happened there? Except that this is what always happens until I'm specifically trying to cut things shorter. And even then, sometimes.

So I wrote 1600 to replace the 1000 I lost, and then I started the next chapter with 700+ (rounding down as usual: it was closer to 750, but that doesn't really help my thinking at all, so I skip it). Meaning I am at: 56K ch 1, 51K ch2, 57K ch3, and 700 ch 4: about 17,000 words and if I keep this up I will in fact meet my soft goal of 60K for the month, and that will be at least a third of the book, I think: this is not going to be a huge tome like Esperanza Highway.

At least I hope not.

I do have the cast of thousands problem shaping up, maybe, because of all the different social circles that impinge on poor little declassed Yanek.

No other fronts.

Reminder for those who wish to play with young children

For a baby, to imitate every sound they make is to play a delightful game and to validate their communication skills.

For a preschool-aged child, to imitate what they say is to tease them cruely.

Dark Horse Girl is . . . two and something. Today she said something wonderful, and having just come from the baby room into the toddler yard, automatically said it back to her. She gave me a disdainful look and walked off, carryin her chair with her, looking over her shoulder just long enough to say "stop it."


Guess she's not a baby anymore.

Why, yes, I apologized, Wouldn't you? And she forgave me, and let me put her shoes and sweater on. And on. And on again. (She's practicing)