Hungarian bagpipes sound like bees are playing them (1124 words)
And 5171 for the chapter and what? 11959 for the book. I think I may be pruning this stuff -- I'm afraid it's slow, too much information, too much Pablo crusing around talking to people, and it's what? 13-15 pages into the chapter and the actual story of the chapter hasn't started yet. But I'll worry about that later. I'm feeling the need for charts with circles and arrows on them, which is probably a good sign: it means that I've written into the part where it's bigger than I can hold in my mind all at once.
About the Hungarian bagpipes: I was listening to them on the radio the other night when I went to pick up Emma at Science Fiction Night at her friend's house. Hungarian bagpipes are called duda. Which is the coolest name ever for an instrument.
I was supposed to run errands, but Frank developed people to drive to the airport in San Jose and to San Francisco, and he's got the car. Truffle thought they were the most interesting thing to happen all day.
Now I have to clean house and think of some jobhunt thing to do.
About the Hungarian bagpipes: I was listening to them on the radio the other night when I went to pick up Emma at Science Fiction Night at her friend's house. Hungarian bagpipes are called duda. Which is the coolest name ever for an instrument.
I was supposed to run errands, but Frank developed people to drive to the airport in San Jose and to San Francisco, and he's got the car. Truffle thought they were the most interesting thing to happen all day.
Now I have to clean house and think of some jobhunt thing to do.