It turned out to be a pretty good day. In fact, it turned out to be a very good day. I wrote 5200 words. Sadly, only 3600 of them were on COYOTE DREAMS; the rest were “gosh I wish I were RPing” words, but they were fiction, anyway, so they count. Neener. Two or three or four chapters left. We’ll see.
I did not get out in time to do any photography, but my goal for tomorrow is to do that. Get up earlier, write, and get out while the light is good, or if it’s good when I get up, go out first. Something.
Tangently, my friend Spidey, who helped me buy the new camera (through far mroe trials and tribulations than one would expect for buying a camera; all hail Spidey), was appalled when he found out how much I was paying for a camera. I tried explaining to him that I’d been pretty good at photography, back when, and that I really wanted to get back into it. It didn’t make much of an impression until a couple of days ago when I sent him to go look at kitsnaps. He was not expecting me to be a good photographer, and spent rather a lot of time exclaiming in genuine surprise and delight over the photos I’d posted. (A few more are up, or will be in the next couple days; they’re more snapshotty, but since the idea behind kitsnaps is “picturing my world”, it’s not just about the artwork for me. It’s also about the every day things.) He thinks I ought to do a calendar for Christmas. I’d actually been thinking of it. Maybe later in the year I’ll run a poll or something and see if people might actually be interested in buying such a thing, come the holidays.
Back on track, then. Midway through writing, my contracts for the next Strongbox Chronicles arrived. Also in the envelope was, from Jenn, an ad she’d cut out from the Publisher’s Weekly (preview?): a full-page color ad for THUNDERBIRD FALLS!
*beams*! Best agent EVER, for sending that to me!
After writing, I went to the gym, where I had a reasonably decent workout. The guy who runs the place gave me some fairly killer crunches to do, which I can barely, barely, barely do 75 of. I have to rest during the last set of 25. My goal is to get up to 150 of them. Oif.
Came home, had dinner, and in a fit of something, then actually hauled myself off to the pool and *swam*. Only a thousand meters, because I must finish a book this week and really do not want to wear myself out, so I was trying really hard not to overdo it (anything less than 2000 yards/meters isn’t really worth getting wet for, IMHO, but see above). The pool is too hot, there are no lap lanes, and I was by far the fastest person there, so I kept wishing people would get out of my way, but for all of that it was a decent swim and I intend to go back tomorrow. Plus I’ve now shamed Trent, so he *has* to swim tomorrow. Muahahaha.
Then Ted and I watched an episode of MI-5, which was as usual very very good, and now I am going to *bed*. G’night.
miles to Mount DOOOOM: 383.5
ytd wordcount: 45K and something
Yes I would absolutely buy a calender of your photos. The ones you have up blow me away, they are so beautiful. If you were a painter I’d compliment you on your color mixing…Looking forward to seeing snaps too.
*hugs*
TBF! Woohoo!
Dang, that’s a cool ad. Mind you, whoever the artist is using as a model for these covers, I want her stomach.
Oh well, after years of working out, it may pooch out, but at least it’s not past my boobs anymore (more detail than I’m sure anyone would want to know)
BTW, reading through the archives, it’s nice to see I’m not the only one who struggles with making sure to get to the gym regularly. In fact, you do me better, since I don’t swim and I don’t own a bike.