BH: 1996

Happy Freedom of Expression Night! (It’s a Sarah/Dayle thing…)

Oops, can’t believe I didn’t actually write an entry yesterday. Bde. I thought I had.

Eek! The “curiosities served” count on my journal is 666! Eeek! Does this mean I have the Journal from Hell? (“After all, walking the earth as a living corpse is in rather poor taste.” A prize to anyone who identifies that quote. ;-) )

Ahem.

Anyway, I wrote for awhile yesterday, forcing past my mushy brain. I did something I usually avoid, which is going back and adding stuff. I realised that I’d been too sketchy about some things, so I went back, and I think it worked. Balanced the hero and heroine better. Also, the heroine’s sister seemed to be taking over the story a little bit, so I wanted to beef up the heroine. FWIW, the main characters are Katrin Willoughby (heroine), Liam Cowland (hero), and Tara Willoughby (sister), and it’s set in Santa Celina, CA (vaguely Santa Barbara).

Then I copy edited until Ken came home (yay!). I didn’t quite finish the third article, and I definitely want to do that today. We went out to dinner at Davio’s, an Italian place we hadn’t tried yet. To start, they give you fresh bread and three toppings: walnut pesto, diced tomatoes and garlic, and freshly grated romano cheese. I like this place already! I had ravioli marinara and a Davio’s salad (fresh greens, balsamic vinagrette, grated cheese, and tiny shrimp) and Ken had artichoke-stuffed chicken in a gorgeous lemon cream sauce. We came home, watched TV, and crashed early, as we were both tired (and I’m sick, whine miserably).

Cat was going to come over this weekend to sew, but she called last night to say she’d been sick all last weekend, and wanted this weekend to catch up on life. Fair enough. I’m bummed we won’t get to hang out, but life’s important, you know? Everybody send her good thoughts for productivity.

So, that leaves us with a (gasp, can it be true?) free weekend. Ken has various car and bike things to do, so I should have a decent amount of time to work. I want to finish the article I’m copy editing and possibly do another one, and write 2500 words each day on BH. Right now, I don’t consider myself to be behind; I’ve written 2517 words so far, but started “counting” yesterday. I know, I know, I’m waffling. As long as it works in my brain, don’t question it…

Finished editing the article and did the next one, then dove into BH. The first couple hundred words were hard; the next 400 or so flowed. Then I stopped to look at pictures of Victorian houses, and remembered one I’d been in that I could even use as a model for this one if I could remember more about it. Got a bit distracted. Ken arrived home with pictures developed and bbq Pringles (I was craving them last night and talked myself out of them. When he got home just now w/a plastic grocery bag, I _joked_ about whether he’d bought some, and he whipped ‘em out. “Your cravings don’t usually go away,” he noted. “That’s why I’m still here.”) I’ve Pringled and looked at pictures (note to Eilidh: The ones from the after-Pirate dinner are finally developed! Will scan them soon.), and now I have to get back into the novel.