AETW: 59
“Innocence”: 2399

Bah. Ken left early this morning for four days in Portland. I slept a little while longer, having a strange dream about our family reunion and what seemed to be a con or event of some sort. Disturbing. I wouldn’t want my family showing up at a con or an event, especially if I didn’t expect them.

So now I’m a little despondent, and I know I need to just work through it. It’ll be another busy day. This morning I write (I will, I will!) as I wait for the pool guy. As soon as he’s gone, I have to run some errands; then I have a massage at 4:15. But then—which I keep forgetting—I have the whole evening free to work.

“Kate and Leopold” was mildly amusing, but boring and annoying in places, and had character inconsistencies and plot holes to drive a truck through. I’m certainly glad we didn’t spend the $ to see it in the theatre. Ah well. Afterwards, we curled up on the sofa and talked. Ken’s frustrated with work, and his bosses, right now. Some of it’s style/work differences, which are hard to overcome. But he’ll come out on top.

Did a little rearranging in AETW, breaking Chapter 8 earlier than planned, so now I have 800 words in Chapter 9 already, even though I’ve barely written anything. I’ve broken 100 pages and 30K words, so I’m about 1/3 done. Wow. Of course, now I’m having that mild panic of “When this scene is over, I don’t know what comes next”—but even as I typed that, I had an idea. Hee.

Pool man came and went. It’s just my luck that our pool guy is old. Sweet, but old. So much for some Liam Neeson lookalike. (Oh, wait. I’m married to him. Never mind!)

So then I ran errands: dropped off shoes for repair, got stamps and mailed the WBG proposal, bought toiletries and groceries and cat füd. Came home, showered, headed out to massage appt. It turns out our insurance will pay for 12 chiro visits/year, and I’ve already met the deductible, so I went ahead and had the x-rays done. After the second one, the dr said, “Have you ever had an accident where your spine was compressed? Maybe you fell on your tailbone?” Well, as a matter of fact, when I was 14 I fell down our slate stairs and landed smack on my tailbone. He was actually looking at a bump in my mid-back, but I don’t remember pain there—but then, I could barely shuffle around because I’d probably cracked my tailbone. I then had my massage, which was a deep-tissue good-but-painful experience. The massage dude was black and alternately hilarious and annoying. He’s written a book about martial arts (his own particular style) and has very definite opinions about the publishing industry, which have no relation to mass-market publishing. Anyway, I have a follow-up on Friday to discuss my x-rays, and we’ll go from there.

Just before I left, I was struck by an idea. I’ve had the germ of the story, the basis of it, for several years, but I could never figure out how to frame it. Today it hit me. I’m 1600 words into it right now and plan to finish it tonight. Hee. I love it when a plan comes together.

Okay, story’s done. It needs some more sensory detail, and I don’t think the ending gelled, but I’ll review it tomorrow. Nearly 2500 words today, though, which is a stellar output for me right now.