It was Thanksgiving Week. And I have turkey-nesia, which means I don't remember anything before I ate a boatload of bird. LOL
Okay, not really. Sunday - Wednesday is pretty much a blur, though. Let me see if I can rebuild... No, that would take too long. Lemme see if I can sum up.
In writing news, I wrote 15K words last week. 4200 of that was last night because I was on a roll. I finished the climax scene and am on the downward slope toward the end. Right now it's about 58K words, so probably around 60K when I get done. Then there's the stuff I have to add in because I changed some things at the end, and there's the stuff I have to add in because I rushed through several scenes, and there's a little bit I have to delete because while it helped me write the story, it needs to go before you read the story. I get all that done and I can send it off to the editor. Editing begins in January maybe? February? :shrug: I'm not pushing myself too hard this time so I can avoid burnout.
I did some fishing stuff. If you're interested in that, go to yesterday's Fishing Report.
Let's not talk about football, shall we?
Since I was jamming on my own book, I didn't read anything. I do have Silver's latest book - Rescue Moon - but I haven't started it yet. Maybe today. We'll see how the writing goes and whether I have the room in my brain for another person's book.
Fidel Castro died and I am overjoyed. Yeah, yeah, I've heard that you're not supposed to be happy when someone dies. Screw that. He was a monster. I'm with all the Cubans in Miami who were dancing in the streets at the news. So, that's one down. Next! If you have a problem with my happiness in this instance, please go away. Quietly.
Thanksgiving was a good day. Hubs made an amazing turkey and stuffing, and I ate like a pig. I also took that day off writing. I don't remember what I did, but it wasn't work related.
This week I learned that the Common Loon passes through here on its way to wherever it winters. I thought I heard one the other day, but I was sure we didn't have loons here. When I got home from the lake, I applied the Google-fu and found out that it was a loon I heard. Since then, I've seen two. They're in their winter plumage now, so not as striking as their usual outfit, but still pretty cool.
Early in the week, I got home from fishing and Hubs starts telling me about this weird bird he saw walking through the yard. He tried to get a picture, but couldn't. Later that day, the bird was in the front yard. It was a black vulture, on foot because, I assume, one of its wings was injured. It wasn't holding its wings weird, but when it tried to flap up to sit on the fence, one wing kind of had a hitch to it. We haven't seen it since. I hope it got better. Most likely something ate it. Nature can be a mean bitch.
Okay, that's it for me right now. What's up in your world?