|Nose to the Grindstone: on the novel
||[Jun. 10th, 2008|12:55 am]
Finished revisions the editor requested on the story, and sent it off this evening after yet another reading (but I always miss something--what was it this time?)
Then supper, some tinkering with photos, some looking up of species (the mysterious butterfly I photographed today was a Goatweed Butterfly, rather worn, perched on a young pecan. The big zebra-striped moth appeared on the window-screen again. I've only seen it from underneath, as it comes to the screen, but I described it as carefully as I could and sent that off to the lepidoptera list (I can't photograph it from inside--it won't hold still for a flash-less picture and the flash reflects from the glass.)
And then, as Richard went to bed, and the Excedrin kicked in and eased various discomforts, I turned on the music and pulled up the novel files. Fixed something in one that research with the fencing group showed me last week wasn't right...and felt like opening another. And then...wow...1100+ words came zipping along, pretty much in character. And when that spate eased, I looked in email and one of the lep experts told me it was probably an Ilia Underwing moth, which is what I'd suspected. Ha!
And now it's 1 am and I need to sleep. Busy day--almost 2 hours on the tractor, mowing, before noon and after the dew dried off, in addition to some yard work and the writing work.
But it feels good to be back on the novel. It doesn't want to be interrupted (though it's going to be interrupted again to do another novella that's on contract...and it will probably give me heck then, too.)