Just kidding. I'm actually just going back to my parents' house for some R&R, which is much-needed after the past three weeks. Exams, papers and projects have pretty much buried me so I'm loving that I have a week to do whatever I want. Which is writing, riding my horse, hanging out with friends and, yes, getting ragingly drunk. Hey, I can't go to the beach, but the back yard is just about as good, right?
Writing is continuing apace, I guess. I'm struggling with what I see my story as. It's about 91k words right now (214 pages) and I'm feeling the initial twinges of dissatisfaction with it. There's a lot of editing to be done, for sure, but that's the case with every book. I keep telling myself that because otherwise I will pull my usual routine and just stop working on it. But NO! I will persevere. It's just another bump in the road and I'll get through it.
As a side note, the episode of Mystery Diagnosis I'm watching just came up with the diagnosis of 'migraine'. What the hell incompetent doctor missed migraines? Jesus. There better be something more intense to this.
Anyway, I had to laugh when I looked at my tabs open on my computer. They're not as bizarre and apparently unconnected as they usually are, but they are, today:
- A picture of a miniature golf course
- An article on leisure activities during the Civil War
- The Wikipedia page for baseball
- An answers.com page about when the official MLB season starts and ends (so sue me, I'm not a big baseball fan)
- My gmail
- An animated picture of the globe that tracks the spin of the earth by showing the light's progress across the surface (not related to my story, I just like it)
Anyhow, at some point I'll need to head to the barn and fuss over Miss Lola a little - I think she's been feeling rejected. She was definitely not very happy about seeing me yesterday, but she was pretty good to ride, considering she hadn't been ridden in a week. We'll see how she is today - often the second day after a short layoff is the day she decides she hates me. I plan to circumvent this issue by making today our draw-reins day; she gets one day of trot work in draw reins each week, and it is good because not only does it burn off a lot of energy and condition her muscles, the draw reins make it more difficult for her to get distracted and decide to frolic. So yeah, flexibility, strength, good use of energy, lack of distraction, all in all usually a productive workout. And then tomorrow we'll take it easy on her and let her work long and low on the flat. Hopefully she'll be feeling benevolent.
Ah, Mystery Diagnosis update: She had PFO (patent foramen ovale). Apparently this causes headaches when the hole is too large. You learn something new every day.
Anyhow, let's wrap this long and rambly post up with an excerpt! Proof that I still work on things. :D
“Shut up, Vermont.” He flicked her shoulder and she prodded him in the ribs. He retaliated with a precision attack under her arm down the length of her ribcage. She shouted and jumped away, but he followed her, tickling her mercilessly as she laughed and gasped for air, eventually falling to the ground, contorting to avoid him.
“Teach you to call me Vermont again,” he laughed. “This hurts me more than it hurts you.”
“Stop it,” she gasped, trying to push him away with her foot. “I’m sorry. Stop.”
On the porch, Tib and Celmer stood watching the two of them. The wizard patted his apprentice on the shoulder and turned to go back inside. “Have fun being the third wheel.”
“That what?”
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