I Got Nothin'
I really want to get back to a much more regular posting schedule but really my life is full of boring lately (and that's not a complaint).
The dogs and I went tracking this morning and it was hot, hot, hot. They both did pretty well despite the heat, though it's been a while since I tracked with other people and it's harder to gauge our progress accurately without outside feedback (not unlike writing).
Blue was DYING yesterday (DYING!!), but he is fine today. He threw up a couple of times and was a very sad boy. So sad he couldn't even sleep (because he was DYING). Finally I made him sit with me on the couch while I watched 'The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.' And then he was fine. The end.
I'm working on the (sort of) second draft of Book 2 and actually making progress. Much of it has been moving things around from Book 1 and filling in the gaps created.
Here's a snippet if you're interested (and even if you're not):
The waitress brought Boyd a beer and a glass without asking, like she’d been watching the door until he came in. And maybe she had. He was the prettiest boy in the room and that wasn’t just Hallie’s opinion; it was one of the first things someone had told her when she came back to Taylor County. He had short dark blond hair precisely cut, like he’d been in the military, though Hallie knew that he hadn’t. His face was refined, almost delicate, his cheekbones were high, though not prominent, his eyes were a dark blue-gray, like storms.
None of those things, though pleasant enough, were why Hallie liked him, though. He was thoughtful and kind, also good traits, but not ‘it.’ He’d backed her when it counted. He listened. And sometimes he smiled, like the sun breaking through.
Tonight he looked a little grim, the lines around his mouth tighter than usual.
“Hey,” Hallie said. He jumped, like he’d been a million miles away. “Tough day?” she asked, though it probably hadn’t been. Sheriff’s deputies in Taylor County South Dakota didn’t see all that much action in a typical day-someone’s cattle where they weren’t supposed to be, a wagon in a ditch, maybe a dispute over property lines-that was pretty much it.
He smiled and it almost reached his eyes. He settled himself more completely in his chair and leaned toward her. “Typical,” he said. “How about yours?”
Hallie laughed. Because when were her days ever typical? Once in awhile she could say, I didn’t see a ghost today. That would be normal, a day like other people had. But was it typical? Maybe not anymore. Today hadn’t even been a typical day for post-death Hallie though. Today had actually been outright strange. “Yeah,” she said. “We should-”
The dogs and I went tracking this morning and it was hot, hot, hot. They both did pretty well despite the heat, though it's been a while since I tracked with other people and it's harder to gauge our progress accurately without outside feedback (not unlike writing).
Blue was DYING yesterday (DYING!!), but he is fine today. He threw up a couple of times and was a very sad boy. So sad he couldn't even sleep (because he was DYING). Finally I made him sit with me on the couch while I watched 'The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.' And then he was fine. The end.
I'm working on the (sort of) second draft of Book 2 and actually making progress. Much of it has been moving things around from Book 1 and filling in the gaps created.
Here's a snippet if you're interested (and even if you're not):
The waitress brought Boyd a beer and a glass without asking, like she’d been watching the door until he came in. And maybe she had. He was the prettiest boy in the room and that wasn’t just Hallie’s opinion; it was one of the first things someone had told her when she came back to Taylor County. He had short dark blond hair precisely cut, like he’d been in the military, though Hallie knew that he hadn’t. His face was refined, almost delicate, his cheekbones were high, though not prominent, his eyes were a dark blue-gray, like storms.
None of those things, though pleasant enough, were why Hallie liked him, though. He was thoughtful and kind, also good traits, but not ‘it.’ He’d backed her when it counted. He listened. And sometimes he smiled, like the sun breaking through.
Tonight he looked a little grim, the lines around his mouth tighter than usual.
“Hey,” Hallie said. He jumped, like he’d been a million miles away. “Tough day?” she asked, though it probably hadn’t been. Sheriff’s deputies in Taylor County South Dakota didn’t see all that much action in a typical day-someone’s cattle where they weren’t supposed to be, a wagon in a ditch, maybe a dispute over property lines-that was pretty much it.
He smiled and it almost reached his eyes. He settled himself more completely in his chair and leaned toward her. “Typical,” he said. “How about yours?”
Hallie laughed. Because when were her days ever typical? Once in awhile she could say, I didn’t see a ghost today. That would be normal, a day like other people had. But was it typical? Maybe not anymore. Today hadn’t even been a typical day for post-death Hallie though. Today had actually been outright strange. “Yeah,” she said. “We should-”