Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Design, Ink, Gyms, and Writing

Friday (4/13) I was having a bad day... probably fallout from sleeplessness earlier in the week.  So I sat down with InkScape and played with hexagons and triangles and ended up with a cool design.


Saturday Mark and I went to drop off his Rotating Bonsai Watering Table Made from Recycled Materials project at a local venue for Earth Day.  Then we went to the Saturday Market and got healthy vegetables and a few unhealthy pastries.   The morning was still young, and the merchants were still setting up for the Saturday Market, which is kind of more interesting than the actual market.  As we were walking by, I stopped at one booth and then before I knew it, I was getting a henna tattoo.  It's a little lizard on my left forearm.  I have sternly told myself that I will not pretend that I got an inked tattoo on my butt when I go to work Monday.





Went to the gym Sunday:  about 30 minutes and 300 calories on the Nordic Elliptical (I think, there was some craziness with signing up for the machine).  Downstairs 13x(30+40+50)lbs on the pec fly.  13x(30+40+50)lbs on the deltoid fly.  13x(60+70+80)lbs on the lat pull-down.  3x13 Roman Chair curls.  3x13x35lbs barbell curl.  3x13x30lbs on the triceps pull-down.  2x8x7lbs on side and lateral pull ups.

I had to stop in the middle of the Roman Chair curls because I was laughing so hard; there's a song (which I kind of like) with the lyric "I found God in your body."  So the mental image I have is of course a flip on the "sacred homosexual sex" trope, only it's straight allies having the sex and as they're discovering God, they're having this, "No, wait; we have to bring this spiritual gift to our queer friends."  

I'm pretty sure most of the other gym patrons are used to me bursting out laughing in the middle of workouts....

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Gym and Tarot Cards

Went to the gym Monday.  25 minutes and 300 cal on the Nordic Elliptical.  13x(40+50+60)lbs on the pec fly.  13x(30+40+40)lbs on the deltoid fly.  13x(60+70+80) on the lat pull down.  Someone was on the Roman Chair.  3x13x35lbs barbell curls 13x(30+30+30)lbs on the tricepcs pulldown.  And then I ran away to pick up The Child.

Did some minor editing on the novel. I was thinking about character motivation, and although I wanted this to be a fantasy action novel, the main problem has turned into how do the characters meet and become a couple -- or in other words, a fantasy romance novel.   So now I have the choice to just accept that this is a romance, or look at it and find greater problems for the characters to deal with and make the novel a fantasy action novel.  The Novel Wordcount is still 40,000. Tonight is a writing night.

I've started a quick three-card meditation with Tarot cards before going to bed.  We'll see how long this lasts.  I'm doing it not so much for cartomancy so much as for doing a five to ten minute inventory of how particular cards may or may not be applicable to my life, and thinking about how to apply the positive aspects of the card.  Mostly it's a way to try to think about my writing and the current characters before I go to bed, and it's had a side effect (well, at least for the last two nights) of having more memorable dreams.  


Sunday, April 15, 2018

First New Moon of Spring

Tuesday (4/10).  Went to the gym.  Felt a little rushed.  25 minutes and 300 cal on the Nordic Elliptical.  13x(30+50+60)lbs on the pec fly.  13x(30+40+50)lbs on the deltoid fly.  13x(60++70+80)lbs+8x90lbs on the lat pull down.  3x13x35lbs barbell curls 13x3x(30)lbs on the tricepcs pulldown.   

Tuesday Night Writing went slowly: I had misplaced my keyboard, so I wrote longhand.  Writing longhand results in (mostly) better prose as my fingers don't get ahead of my head and I come up better phrases as I'm writing instead of writing whatever and adding synonyms if the first word isn't write (and editing later).



Thursday  (4/12) Feeling fallow.  The other day I was looking through some pictures of a relative's wedding and there I was, sitting in a pew, with what looked like someone's white purse perched on my head.  Or maybe somebody behind me had a white hat.  I stared and stared at the picture, trying to make sense of what I was looking at when I realized it was my hair:  the combination of the long top and close cropped sides had come together to make me look like some old punk rocker or Blank-Reg from Max Headroom.  Comments from my family involving "your grandma Agnes" and
 "cockatoo" were not helpful. 



Saturday (4/14).  35 minutes and 310 cal on the Nordic Elliptical.  13x(30+50+60)lbs on the pec fly.  13x(30+40+50+50)lbs on the deltoid fly.  13x(60++70+80+80)lbs+8x90lbs on the lat pull down.  3X13 Roman Chair curl-ups.  3x13x35lbs barbell curls 13x3x(30)lbs on the tricepcs pulldown.  2x8x7.5lbs front and side pull-ups.  

Writing this week has gone slowly.  I think I'd call it editing more than anything else.  The project is holding steady at 40,000 words.  I'm at that point where it feels like the piece is more a collection of events with the same characters... and the character motivation and emotions need work.First 



Sunday (4/15).   I came across a Facebook posting from Selena Fox:  a picture of a dark disk surrounded by Celtic knot-work and the phrase "Dark moon. Dark moon.  We attune."  I like that, and I added "sometimes "we attune" feels like "we crave dark chocolate to stave off the feelings of listlessness and depression and to dampen the Call of The Void."  

I suppose that I should look into what it is about new moons that is connected to my low energy / uncreative state  (it's something I've noticed since the 1980's) so I can figure out if it's a circadian rythem or a self-induced placebo effect, or what.

Friday, April 13, 2018

Gym and Sleep Deprived Dreams

Went to the gym Wednesday (4/11):  25 minutes and 300 calories on the Nordic Elliptical.  Downstairs 13x(40+50+60)lbs on the pec fly.  13x(30+40+50)lbs on the deltoid fly.  13x(70+80+90)lbs on the lat pull-down.  3x13 Roman Chair curls.  3x13x35lbs barbell curl.  3x13x40lbs on the triceps pull-down.  2x8x7lbs on side and lateral pull ups.

I felt tired and went to bed early with the grand plan of getting up early to write -- and woke up at 2 AM with a slightly upset stomach.  And sore joints  There was a brief interlude where I went out to look at Scorpio and Jupiter; and Spencer--who was looking in our sliding glass door at Cicero and Smmokey--zipped into our house; and I got a glass of milk; and I moved to the couch so I wouldn't disturb Mark's sleep with my tossting and turning.

I thought about writing at 2 AM... and if it had been a Saturday mornging, I would have.  Instead I let the renaissance music play in my mind's background and observed varous thoughts about work and the novel and my body falling apart and whatever else percolate.

At one point I had a vision of a glowing yellowish-green point which grew into a sphere and filled most of my sight.  Three people were walking through a wood, and then a woman's shoulders and upper head filled the sphere -- it was like looking at an old black-and-white TV (only black-and-green would be closer).  In writing this I've realized that on one level I was replaying the Wicked Witch of the West's cyrstal ball, but at the time I made a mental note to myself that this is how a clairovoant spell would work.  The vision continued, and woman's head multiplied and disintigrated into seperate facial features.  I don't recall what she was saying--there might have been no sound--other than it was vaguely Sybil-like.    

Insert more lucid moments of wondering what time it was at 3:07 AM,  and 3:32 AM, and 4:01 AM and 4:22 AM.

I had been negotating some sort of business deal involving bank loans and stock options while seated in what turned out to be a Victorian Steampunk Sex Museum (Wait, those machines actually still work?  Wait, why are those--  Uh, Ouch! _That_ can't be healthy.)   Our negotiations slowed to a halt.  The proprietess stormed in muttering about keeping the establishment family friendly and turned things off.  A horde of teens dressed in animal costumes was shooed out of a doll house area, and one young man agrily shouted, "Oh my God woman!  You can't get rid of the monsters!"  As he and another glowering young woman stormed by our table, I muttered, "Put the monsters into your head."  

Insert more lucid moments of wondering what time it was at 5:07 AM,  and 5:42 AM, and 6:04 AM and 6:32 AM.



Thursday, April 05, 2018

Gym and Miscellaneous

Went to the gym Wednesday.  30 minutes and 300 cal on the Nordic Elliptical.  13x(30+50+50)lbs on the pec fly.  13x(30+40+40)lbs on the deltoid fly.  13x(60+80+80)lbs on the lat pull down.  13 Roman Chair curl-ups.  3x13x35lbs barbell curls.   Had to cut the session short.  

Finished *Palladin of Souls* which feels like it is the first book in a series:  there was a definite sense the characters would go on to do more things at the story's end... but then again, the story felt like it was the second or third boook in a series because of the strong historical sense of previous events.  

The author uses language well, and I'm thinking I want to go back and re-read the book for the prose's structure.  She's able to use compound constructions that read smoothly, which I appreciate as someone who is accused of over-using semicolons.   She also managed to write some fairly racy scenes while edging to, but not over, the line of explicit, graphic sex.  (Note to self, explore animal imagry metaphor and men's physicallity).
  

Went to the gym Saturday.  35 minutes and 310 cal on the Nordic Elliptical.  13x(30+50+60)lbs+8x70lbs on the pec fly.  13x(30+40+50)lbs+8x60lbs on the deltoid fly.  13x(60+80+80)lbs+8x90lbs on the lat pull down.  13 Roman Chair curl-ups.  3x13x35lbs barbell curls 13x(30+40+40)lbs +8x50lbs on the tricepcs pulldown.  2x8x7.5lbs front and side pull-ups.  

The weekend was a fairly laid-back one.  All I wanted to do was lay back and read or work on design.  Or research.  

Wednesday, April 04, 2018

Fantasy Worlds and Language

Tuesday night was a writing night.  I think I managed 2500 words (Scrivener on the iPad reports word counts in a different fashion from Scrivener on the Mac).  I focused on character emotions more, and rounded out a minor character from a 1D girlfriend to a 2D girlfriend. 

Language bits that are interesting; I was describing a character's proclivities as not Sapphistical, when I realized that this is a Fantasy World and the historical Sappho doesn't exist, therefore, I'd need to come up with a different word.  . . . and as I'm writing this I'm realizing the Island of Lesbos doesn't historically exist, either.  I guess while I'm at it, things can't get erotic, because the pantheon that includes Eros wasn't around.   Bother.

Monday, April 02, 2018

Mentally Composing at the Gym

Thursday.  Wrote like the wind.  Was lucky enough to have J.O. come by in the afternoon and keep me honest about writing (he finished up a short story sequel).  

Friday afternoon.  Felt stuck writing so I went to the gym.  30 minutes and 350 calories on the Nordic Elliptical.  (Closed my eyes and imagined various story settings and character interactions.  Now I've got to write them down....)  Downstairs 13x(30+50+60)lbs on the pec fly.  13x(30+40+40)lbs on the deltoid fly.  13x(60+80+80)lbs on the lat pull-down.  3x13 Roman Chair curls.  3x13x35lbs barbell curl.  3x13x40lbs on the triceps pull-down.  2x8x7lbs on side and lateral pull ups.

Saturday.   Wrote like the wind (sort of).   Got lots of words written, just not as many as Thursday. Went to Dave Bischoff's memorial at Tsunami Books.

Easter Sunday Morning.  Went to the gym.  30 minutes and 350 calories on the Nordic Elliptical.    Downstairs 13x(30+50+60)lbs on the pec fly.  13x(30+40+40)lbs on the deltoid fly.  13x(60+80+80)lbs on the lat pull-down.  3x13x35lbs barbell curl.  3x13x40lbs on the triceps pull-down.  3x8x5lbs on side and lateral pull ups.

More Writing Like the Wind.  Called various family members and wished them a Happy Easter.  Looked at the house and noticed that while it's not exactly trashed, there are a lot of things that should be put away.

Day finished with ~2500 new words, bringing the novel's total word count to about 38,000.  Editing will cut this down quite a bit, as there's a number of back-story scenes that are useful to have as research, but not so useful for the novel's story arc.  And also, there's just... warm up text or notes to myself.  So the novel may turn into a novella.  If I manage to write 10,000 words a week for the next lunar cycle, I'll get closer to the actual word count goal.

What the last four days as reminded me of:

  • my word count benefits from focused group-writing, 
  • I have a 4PM-ish slump (either a circadian rythem or else five or six hours of writing induced fatigue), 
  • I probably could happily write from 8 PM to 3 AM, 
  • my word count benefits from preparing maps of cities, countries, buildings, rooms before-hand,
  • my word count benefits when I write "[RESEARCH THIS]" instead of taking a quick peek at Wikipedia, 
  • I can churn out about 500 words an hour of OK first-draft prose, 2000 words per day is a limit I need to push against because I can double-that with the right prep / scene.  
  • there's something to be said for writing at a real desk/table.

Friday, March 30, 2018

Write Like The Wind!

Yesterday was Day One of Write Like the Wind.

Using a 50 minutes writing / 10 minutes of break method, I managed about 4000 words.   I wrote from about 9 AM to about 6 PM, with an break around noon for  70-ish minutes.

What I noticed is that my default scenes are descriptions of places or how things work, with talking-heads dialog coming in a close second.   This is the long way of saying that I'm getting to the point where the emotional calculus of my two main characters, Vance and Jerick, is coming into focus, and I want their loving relationship to be more mature... and I had planned to have them go on The Quest for the McGuffin, but either A) they need to know each other longer/better before hand or B) there needs to a stronger motivation for Vance the Sorcerer to follow his Axe-Weilding Boyfriend, Jerick into the Lannal Mountains.

I'm at 32,760 words.  These are unedited, and there's a few backstory scenes that I would either release as separate short stories, or (I guess) a prequel.   The goal when I started in February was to have 90,000 words by May 1... so I'm presently where I wanted to be four weeks ago a full moon ago, and I have until the next full moon to write 60,000 words.

Scrivener's word count history says...

DATE
DRAFT
Elsewhere... 
Total Words
3/2/18
243
0
243
3/4/18
221
20
241
3/5/18
818
0
818
3/6/18
1841
0
1841
3/7/18
-1
0
-1
3/9/18
635
0
635
3/10/18
916
0
916
3/11/18
121
0
121
3/12/18
42
0
42
3/13/18
852
0
852
3/14/18
41
12
53
3/15/18
299
0
299
3/18/18
404
0
404
3/19/18
25
0
25
3/20/18
1418
0
1418
3/22/18
-19
0
-19
3/24/18
220
0
220
3/27/18
302
0
302
3/28/18
536
0
536
3/29/18
4238
0
4238

The days when I write the most are Tuesdays when go to write, followed by weekends.  Whew.

Time to get cracking on Today's Write Like the Wind, which is starting late...

Thursday, March 29, 2018

Dreams and Gym Reports

Dreams:

(3/21) At one point I woke up with the woman's name Ejanah (or possibly Ejannah or Hejannah orYejanah) in my head.

I dreamed that Mark and I lived in Portland, near Reed College.  The dream had been going on for a while, and we had travelled to a wooded block near 40th and Woodstock in southeast Portland when we met people coming from higher blocks.  There had been a plane crash, and people were walking from the wreck.  (Now that I think about this, something similar happened in the 1980's and folks were walking away from a commercial passenger flight that crashed (I think) in the Park Rose district.)

The fluidity of the setting took us to a northern (Alaskan?) ranger station.  The station was wood plank floors and light brown log cabin walls.  In addition to some park rangers, there was a 20-or-30-something man there who was a visitor like us.  We were in a kind of gift shop, or possibly a lost-and-found.   In any case, the younger man was encouraging me to try on a long loop of red beads.  He was kind of queeny and energetically campy in his fashion encouragement.



I've gotten out of habit of logging my Working Out.


3/23 - Gym.  30 minutes and 310 calories on the Nordic Elliptical. Downstairs 13x(30+40+50)lbs on the pec fly.  13x(30+30+40)lbs on the deltoid fly.  13x(60+70+80)lbs on the lat pull-down.  3x13 Roman Chair curls.  3x13x35lbs barbell curl.  13x(30)lbs on the triceps pull-down.  2x10x5lbs on side and lateral pull ups.

3/25 - Gym.  30 minutes and 310 calories on the Nordic Elliptical. Downstairs 13x(30+40+50)lbs on the pec fly.  13x(30+30+40)lbs on the deltoid fly.  13x(60+70+80)lbs on the lat pull-down.  3x13 Roman Chair curls.  3x13x35lbs barbell curl.  13x(30)lbs on the triceps pull-down.  3x10x5lbs on side and lateral pull ups.


3/28 - Went to the gym for a quick late session:  20 minutes and 200 calories on the Nordic Elliptical. Downstairs 13x(30+50+50)lbs on the pec fly.  13x(30+40+40)lbs on the deltoid fly.  13x(60+80+80)lbs on the lat pull-down.  3x13 Roman Chair curls.  3x13x35lbs barbell curl.  13x(40+30+30)lbs on the triceps pull-down.


(3/27)Dream:  It was the last day of a Creative Writing Class and it was time for the final, which was to write a novel in an hour.   I choked, looked blankly at my sheet of paper, and wrote nothing during the entire test.  The final was due, and people walked up with their completed stacks of paper.  The instructor, a perky 30-something woman, asked me what was wrong, and then the dream devolved (farther) into a litany of writing woes.   Oh, I also dreamed I abandoned The Child to go watch a movie.



Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Fine Lines

Went to the gym Monday.  210 cal and 20 minutes on the Nordic Elliptical.  13x(30+30+40)lbs on the deltoid fly.  13x(30+40+50)lbs on the pec fly.  14x(50+60+70)lbs on the lat pull-down.  3x13 curls on the Roman Chair.  3x13x35lbs barbell curls.  13x3x30lbs on the triceps pulldown.  3x10X5lbs lbs on a lat extension and forward lat extensions.

Writing -- Scrivener is giving me a low word count for Monday, probably because I was editing and took words out (or moved swathes of text to "research" (i.e. it's back story, or it's notes I wrote to myself.   Tuesday worked out so that I had a bunch of time to write (thanks Mark!) so I got about 2000 words (I think).  

Not that I want the entire novel to be filled with sex scenes, but I let myself work on what will probably be two intimate scenes (maybe two and a half, if you count the dialog).  On one hand, I don't want to write a rutting scene; but on the other hand, characters are sexual beings.  I want the language to be lyrical, but at the same time I'm pretty sure most lyrical-sex-people are lyrical before or after sex because it's hard during.  Anyway, it's a fine line between earthy and explicitly crude; between lyrical and euphemistic; and between satisfying the animal and the sublime. 

I'm reading Paladin of Souls, which I'm liking the language in.  The author is sparse with her setting description, which is a lesson I could learn from.  

Monday, March 19, 2018

Catch-up Post

Went to the gym Thursday:

250 cal on the Nordic Elliptical.  13x(30+30+40)lbs on the deltoid fly.  13x(30+40+50)lbs on the pec fly.  14x(50+60+70)lbs on the lat pull-down.  3x13 curls on the Roman Chair.  3x13x30lbs barbell curls.  13x3x30lbs on the triceps pulldown.  3x10X5lbs lbs on a lat extension and forward lat extensions.


Friday was a low day.  And I was agitated.  I'm going to blame the new moon.  Instead of writing I wiggled curved lines into Celtic Knots.


Went to the gym Saturday morning:

305 cal on the Nordic Elliptical.  13x(30+30+40)lbs on the deltoid fly.  13x(30+40+50)lbs on the pec fly.  14x(50+60+70)lbs on the lat pull-down.  3x13 curls on the Roman Chair.  3x13x30lbs barbell curls.  13x3x30lbs on the triceps pulldown.  3x10X5lbs lbs on a lat extension and forward lat extensions.

Saturday my Corvallis family visited our house.  Mark made some "Irish Stew" for Saint Patrick's Day.  My folks brought a tasty fruit salad and my sister's family brought yummy brownies.  We had a nice afternoon socializing... and Smokey even climbed up into the fort to sit with my niece.


Sunday The Child and I went to UUCE to shop for churches.  UUCE is probably to progressive and non-denominational for The Child, but I enjoyed the service and it was wonderful to re-connect with some friends I don't otherwise see. 

I got in 1000 words on the novel.  Not the highest quality, but that's what editing is for.


Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Hildigard Migraine

Last night (Monday) I was working on the novel (breaking up large texts into scenes and moving them around in Scrivener) and was going to move on to new writing when I noticed a bright spot in my vision.  Yep, it was the begining of an aura that presages a migrane. I was hoping it would go away, but  then I noticed there was also a blind spot when I looked down at the H-key on my keyboard.  Luckily,  I didn't have much pain or discomfort;  but it made it hard to see.

At first, there was a whirlpool of blue sparks and a kind of fog in the right side of my vision.  It seemed to be mostly in my right eye.  A little later on, the sparks united into a jagged line that started about 11 o'clock in my right eye (and possibly just a little in my left eye), arced in a saw-toothed lightning bolt around the clock, and ended at 7 o'clock.  A one point there seemed to be a little red flame at the 7 o'clock terminus of the wiggling lightning bolt.  Lightning bolts are new:  I usually get bands of flashing sparks.  I would have channeled my inner Hildegard Vonbingen, but I really couldn't read and I wondered if maybe the computer screen might be making the auras worse.   I imagine my Hildegard verses would go like this:


(Cue New Age handbells, synthesizer chords, and a world beat)
Sing praise to the Sky FatherWhose breast is like roiling storm clouds.Whose heart beats like thunder.Whose love is like lightning.Tempestuous One! Rain your blessing love upon us!


(Oh, wait!  KWAX's Tuesday morning show is playing a violin piece (with horn flourishes) that this fits into!)

Luckily, from first spark to last blurry lightning bolt only lasted about a half-hour (thanks ibuprophen?).  I'm thinking that the last migrane was triggered by a storm coming in, and last night a storm blew in.  

Tuesday I was a little off; I didn't exactly have a headache, and I think I'm going to call it a "not-headache."  Or maybe an "Oh my brain."   Caffeine seemed to help.    At least three social media friends contacted me and told me to make sure the previous evening's fireworks show wasn't a detatched retina -- so I made an appointment with an eye doctor.

I took a little disco nap, and then went off to write.  I started out with a Vance travelling upriver in a punt with Jerick and realized -- because this is a "meet the family" prelude -- that Jerick's sister Jynene would be with them after I'd written about three-fourths of the disjointed scenes comprising their trip.   I managed about 1800 words.

On the technical end, the upcoming new moon on St. Patrick's day makrs the half-way point of thisprocject, and I'm still only about 25000 words into a Very Rough Draft.... I'm hoping to get back on track writing wise the week before Easter, when I'll have the house to myself (and the cats)

Monday, March 12, 2018

Monday Gym Report

Went to the gym Monday.  305 cal on the Nordic Eliptical.  13x(30+30+40)lbs on the deltoid fly.  13x(30+40+50)lbs on the pec fly.  14x(50+60+70)lbs on the lat pull-down.  3x13 curls on the Roman Chair.  3x13x30lbs barbell curls.  13x3x30lbs on the triceps pulldown.  3x10X5lbs lbs on a lat extension and forward lat extensions.

I'm trying to decide what I'm doing differently, because lately it seems like the progress I was making on my abdominals has stopped.  I'm not sure if I've been eating too many carbs (Mark would say I'm not eating enough fruits and vegetables), or if I need to start up (again) a planking routine, or if my body has decided that I'm too old for abs.

Slipping Knots

This hasn't been a good time to be a writer in the Pacific Northwest.  I went to Dianna Rodger's memorial gathering, and there I learned that Kate Wilhelm had died (apparently in her home with family).  I didn't know Kate very well.  For about two years I was in a monthly writers' workshop she held at her house.  She was always very gracious and kind and I always appreciated the rigour of her critiques.   

Another writer, Mary Rosenblum, died in a plane crash over the weekend.  Mary was a Reedie (from "Old Reed").  I'd only met her once when she led a Clarion weekend writers' workshop, and I wish I had known her better.   

I feel like I'm in an unravelling tapestry, the remaining threads fading.  

I feel like I got very little writing done over the weekend.  According to Scrivener, I wrote 635 words Friday, 916 words Saturday, and 121 words Sunday.  Sunday, I also drew up a very bad map of the capital city of Lampton, which is a major setting for the novel -- which I'm going to have to re-do because there's not enough cliffs, and the river (and therefore the dockyards) doesn't make any sense.  

No gym visitations... although I did try out some playground equipment when the Family went for a walk.

Wednesday, March 07, 2018

Progress and Setbacks

Went to the gym Monday.  300 calories on the Nordic Elliptical.  3x13x30lbs on the deltoid fly.  13x(30+40+50)lbs on the pec fly.  13x(50+60+70)lbs on the lat pulldown.  3x13 Roman Chair curl-ups.  3x13x35lbs barbell curls.  3x13x30lbs (I think) tricepcs curls (I was talking with a friend I bumped into and sort of lost count).

Tuesday night was a writing night:  I managed about 1800 words across about three scenes.  I want to say that I did just under 1500 words Monday... but I'll have to look.  I've been doing a lot from my iPad, but the Mac version of Scrivener is the one that does all the statistics -- I'll have to see how the stats are compiled after I sync the versions.

Tuesday was a rough day.  I learned my writer friend, Dianna Rodgers, died of complications with her lungs early Tuesday morning (she was in line to get a lung transplant in Seattle over the next few months).   She had just turned 60.

 I met Dianna at Wordos; she managed to stay out of the rounds of Writers Playing Badly, and at times I would talk with her about those rounds because of her background as a social worker.  Dianna had a great writers' hand-out on critical thinking errors your characters can make (like dodging responsibility by blaming the victim), which she had gleaned from her work in the social justice system.  

She was the first person to make The Child cry:  she had graciously offered Damon Kaswel and me a ride the to Eugene Airport to go to Writers of the Future, but all The Child knew was that I had hopped into Dianna's van and driven away.  

When I got home from work Tuesday, it took Mark pointing it out, but the city had cut down a huge Sitka spruce on the corner of the block.  It was about six stories high, and the crows and jays and squirells loved it.  I can't believe how much it dominated the corner, and now the neighborhood looks much more like a 1960's project than it did Monday.   We're waiting for ugly four-plex with horible renters to be thrown up in the next four months.   Luckily, for us, the corner lot has two houses and an alley between our lot; but still.  

I went out and there wasn't even a stump; someone had placed cut daffodils and a wreath of the tree's broken boughs on the place where the roots once were.

Went to the gym Wednesday.  300 calories on the Nordic Elliptical.  3x13x30lbs on the deltoid fly.  13x(30+40+50)lbs on the pec fly.  13x(50+60+70)lbs on the lat pulldown.  3x13 Roman Chair curl-ups.  3x13x35lbs barbell curls.  3x13x30lbs triceps curls. 3x8x5lbs side-and-front free-weight flex thingies that I can't remember the name of.

Looking at writing statistics, according to Scrivener, I wrote 12,800 words in February and 3000 total for March.  There are a couple of negative word count days, and I'm assuming that is when I edited things.   The total word count for my Very Rough Draft is 21,500.  Oh dear. . . .  This isn't the best news, because I should be at 45,000 words in a week if I want to be at 90,000 by May 1.