Wednesday, July 4, 2012

brief update

Just for my own records: I finished typing up Chapter 15 into the Word(tm) document and the wordcount for the novel stands at 78,100. So that's fine. I can run a little short on the final chapter if I want. 80K was the goal, to get this to minimum novel length during the first draft. So by this time next week I'll have finished the book. Hopefully by Wednesday next. We'll see.

And yes, I am spending my Fourth of July afternoon typing. What's that to you? Mighty Reader has mowed the yard and is now cleaning up the front rose beds, which have been rather overrun by various annuals. Later, probably, we'll grill hotdogs and drink beer. Potato salad might make an appearance. From where I sit I can see the small flag flying from our front porch stirring in the breeze. The sky is quite blue. Et cetera.

Now I'll go join Mighty Reader in the front yard.


  1. Sounds like a good 4th of July. Good luck on finishing the first draft.

  2. Thanks for the luck! Happy 4th to you.

  3. Go, Mr. B! I ended up having my 4th of July hot dogs on the 3rd just because they were so tempting. The 4th ended up being lettuce cups. But, I did bake an apple pie and there were three fireworks shows visible from our window. I washed Peanut too. I wanted him to be independent from grime.

  4. You're like a superhero: a grime-fighter! (sorry)

    We ended up making pizza instead of having hot dogs. Mighty Reader made pizza dough and sauce from scratch. It was delish. We had it with beer while watching a couple of episodes of "Buffy" on DVD. I think that's all very patriotic. How was the apple pie?

    Our neighborhood was noisy with illegal fireworks, and Mighty Meower wanted to hide under the bed from all the noise, but we coaxed her out and she fell asleep on the loveseat.

    I plan to finish the first draft of the novel in the next couple of days. How the final chapter opened was baffling me for the last couple of days, but as I was falling asleep last night, the entry point into the first scene came to me and I am happy to report that I remembered it when I woke up! So now I can start writing it at lunch today! Victory!

    Also, I am considering Devotion as the title for the Haydn book, and I think I know what the book after that one will be. Hurrah! Meanwhile, I'm still learning tango music on the violin. My alleged pianist has not contacted me with a list of proposed tunes to collaborate on, darn him.

  5. The fact that you can remember an idea you get as you're falling asleep is very impressive! I don't think I've ever managed to do that. Now, I force myself to get up and write it down.

    Pizza from scratch sounds fantastic. I'm trying to become a better baker, as you know, and most doughs baffle me. The pie was very decent. The crust was surprisingly flaky. So, maybe I'm getting better!

  6. My pie crust is not good. I've tried to make pastries any number of times but the results have always disappointed me. MR makes excellent pie crust. About once a year we bake bread together, but my kneading is provisional at best. I can bake cakes from scratch, though. I make a decent quiche if someone else makes the shell. But the filling is the easy part, isn't it?

    I forget all sorts of ideas I have for books. I figure the important thing is to just have a lot of ideas, continually. Though I've been making notes for my additions to Cocke & Bull, which are exciting me. It'll add a whole new dimension to the narrative. Plus, there will be more drinking of whiskey.

  7. I blame hand warmth for ruining my doughs. Do you have warm hands?

  8. My failing with doughs of all sorts is that I overwork it. I treat it like clay, where you're supposed to get all the air out and have a homogenous mass, which is of course the opposite of what you're supposed to do with dough. So my doughs are all flat and dense and heavy.

    Have you read the Joy of Cooking chapter on breads and kneading? It's quite useful.