My work that day, and on Sunday, may not sound terribly productive--"one third of a chapter." If it were a three-page chapter, that wouldn't be so much. But my chapters average 4500-5000 words, about 18 pages. In the early drafts, that is, because I often alter my chapter breaks around in later revisions.
So I'm getting down about 1500-1800 words a day, interspersed with the usual reading of reference materials, and outlining upcoming scenes. If the streak lasts, then I'll make my mid-September goal. Concurrently with this writing, I continue to make some pretty useful discoveries about the characters. Even though the primary research phase is over, it never actually stops!
At the Balloon Festival on Saturday night, there were other sights besides the balloons.
Near where we parked, we spotted this marvellous Morris Minor, a rare sight on this side of the Pond. What a beauty! (But that steering wheel is definitely on the wrong side!)
A group of re-enactors had set up camp on the riverbank.
And we saw something fascinating we'd read about in the press...
Somebody was walking in the woods one day and came upon the carcasses of two bull moose. In combat their great antlers had become locked--they couldn't release themselves, and there they died, stuck together for eternity.
A long and difficult taxidermy project ensued, with the result seen below.
It's a tragic story--refuting the concept of "survival of the fittest"--but an amazing display. These animals are enormous, and the taxidermist did a fine job re-creating the intensity of their facial expressions.
Here at our peaceful Lodge, the Stargazer lilies I potted up are blooming. The porch is wonderfully fragrant as a result, and the scent wafts into our bedroom with every breeze.
Off to bake some cookies. Yes, I've got a meeting this afternoon!