I hate it when the characters are supposed to do something particularly clever.
I put it in brackets.
[Adrian and Justine figure this out, being clever]
And then when I come back I sit and look at it and can't come up with anything.
I am not feeling clever at all.
The garbage disposal has stopped working, which may have something to do with a quantity of activated charcoal getting down into its little innards. The light bulb on the microwave has broken. I have never had the lightbulb in a microwave stop working. And the bottled water dispenser beeps at me when the water runs out. So stupid of it.
I know there's no more water. I push the button -- see -- and nothing comes out.
I am disgusted with civilization. I am going to get me nine bean poles and a hive for the honey bee and just not possess anything with electrons running through it except possibly the computer.
I will get next winter's firewood delivered and go stack that and maybe put my spirit on a more even keel.
In other news, I have figured out that I own 80 linear feet of books.
I'm rounding the corner on the last section of the ms. Looks like the Very Rough Draft of JUSTINE is going to fall at 100,000 words. That means I'll be adding much layering and description to the Second Rough Draft.
I go back and forth on liking the plot structure. Right now, I feel ok about it.
I just finished reading Laura Kinsale's Midsummer Moon.
(Pause to say -- Why did they give Kinsale such dreadfully bland and forgettable titles? Why? Why? Why? That one should have been titled 'What the Hedgehog Saw' and then I would remember the title and everyone else would too.)
I will not be able to read Kinsale again till I am at a stopping point in JUSTINE because she is so good she makes me want to cry and just stop writing prose and go be a greeter at Walmart or go back in the Foreign Service and get sent to Afghanistan.