I’m a Kit of good cheer today. Exchanged some email with Ebear, who said she’d “heard several good things about Urban Shaman at Comicon, sort of in passing. *g* There was a Kelly Armstrong book on the Bantam table, and people were like “Oh, I just read this other book–“”, so that made me terribly chipper. :)
I’ve gotten through the first half of TBF in my first revision pass. This pass is mostly “re-read the book, find out what happens in it, take notes where they strike me, either to myself or in response to things editor/agent commented on, and change words around”. If history repeats itself, the next two reads will be along the lines of, “Agh, gawd, crap, how the hell am I going to change these things, I can’t see where to fit new things in, agh, gawd, crap,” followed, finally, by, “Well, I can probably manage a bit here… and a bit there… and…” Although it might go a little faster than that, because I’m getting better at this. :)
There is Enormous Construction going on down our street. I discovered this yesterday when I went out to walk the dog and my walk route had been torn up sufficiently that it was pretty much impassable. Lots of disgruntled drivers turning around. Disgruntled me turning around, too. I was put out because there’s no walk through the neighborhood that doesn’t use that route, so in order to walk the dog I was going to have to go out on the coastal trail, which required bug dope I wasn’t wearing. Never did give her a really good walk. Feh. This morning I doped up and went out on the coastal trail, where all manner of Terrifying Things, including a man playing a banjo, made Chanti try very hard to run back home. *Weenie* dog. *God*.
Gaming last night was lots of fun. Poor Ted, though. We’re not very focused gamers, and his colorful NPCs don’t get enough admiration. Although we all started mimicking the crazy man we met, so we do notice! We had a good time, and that’s the last time we game until September, ’cause Jack’s going to be gone for some training thing for the next six weeks. Bah.
I had fun biking last night, too. A train was coming into the depot, and I was racing it. :) I won, too! I got far enough ahead that I could pull off the trail to watch it catch up, and I waved at the engineers, and they waved back. :) *Everybody* on the trail stopped to wave or watch the train, and everybody was full of smiles and greetings. Guess it was too beautiful out for anybody to be dour; I usually see plenty of dour faces while I’m out there. But not last night. It was invigorating. :)
Ok, shower to de-bug-dope, then back to woik.
miles to Rauros Falls: 374
miles to Hobbiton: 334.6