(personal/writing) Drowning...

I'm drowning in zucchini. :p Seriously. Anyone coming to writers group tomorrow want some?

I'm glad folks like the little snippet I posted from what I thought would be the beginning of the new book, but I'm not using it. Yes, I'm being indecisive. I'm going back to the original beginning, because I realized I was fretting about nothing. If I start getting rejections saying "Starts too slow," THEN I'll look at changing it.

Tonight, it's Red Sox vs. Yankees (yay!) and I...

am writing.

Yes, yes I am. There will be much writing done, once I post the crit I did today. Oh, and making zucchini bread. LOTS of zucchini bread, most likely. Thank god it freezes. :P

More later.

(kitties) From suelder

Yes, this is a perfect picture of Sebastian and/or Bear. Now you know what to expect when you visit the Hobbes household.

(dreams) Metrics for 7/25/08

This was a good day.

starting count: 3267
ending count: 5508
change: +2241

starting line:
I drove most of the way up to New Hampshire the next morning, Maggie quiet in the seat beside me.

ending line:
This was not what I was expecting at all.

darling:
A phantom maelstrom whirled around the old farmhouse as it crouched, a malevolent black cat among rose gardens that somehow echoed my dream from the night before. The Ghostwind howled and flickers of memories flashed by. The entire place reeked of blood and anger.

And then it stopped. Just as if some cosmic caretaker had come along and flipped a light switch, the air warmed; the house reverted to just being a house and the wind died. Beside me, Maggie drew in another deep breath.