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It snowed Thursday night. And all day Friday. Part of Saturday.
Lost power at 9am Fri. Came back on Sat at 1130.
Wet, heavy stuff. Walk down the long driveway with the machete, knocking snow off trees that had been bent over under the weight. Had to use the Sawzall a few times where they had broken off and blocked the driveway. Did that three times.
Crap finally melted off Sunday afternoon. Down to a reasonable amount of snow in the yard this morning.
Only useful part of a day without power is that I can throw a log on the fireplace and keep the place warm, then sit on the couch and read, because I designed the house with lots of good lighting. In this case, I grabbed a clipboard and started taking notes.
I had been working on a worldbuilding project for the old SFF genre called Planetary Romance, more recently called Swords and Planets. SF, sure, but a lot more in the vein of Swords and Sorcery fantasy, usually with some sort of magic involved. Witch doctors or whatever. (Not to be confused with the Romance Genre, as the title actually predates that getting its own category in many places, and deals mostly with chaste, courtly romances of the swashbuckler ilk.)
Don’t wanna run down my batteries on my phones, so pen and paper. Around ten pages of notes by the time I’m done, and that doesn’t count stuff I copied directly from TV Tropes in order to have trope and theme stuff immediately handy.
Told Rebecca that I blame her for everything, because she was talking about some anthology series projects for next year, and Planetary Romance was one of them.
Yesterday being Monday, and a mostly normal one, I was down in town, and writing on that phone. Started with a bang, as I do, and am stealing a number of bones from a fairly prominent SF franchise, though you’ll only recognize the bones that THAT writer stole them from previously. There is nothing NEW, only a different way of presenting it. He stole it from a guy who stole it from another guy, so I don’t feel bad stealing it from him in turn. He’s not using it anymore anyway.
Got some 2500 words done. Need to circle back to Rebecca and get a word count from her, because it’s going to be another ongoing serial, but I don’t know if 10k or 20k chunks. Got probably 9 novels worth of ideas here, but that’s me able to mine three entire GENRES of story ideas spanning more than a century of silliness.
Past that, things are getting back to normal around here. Mostly. February sucked. March is behaving better, not counting winter storms dumping some 12-16 inches of snow that melted pretty quickly.
Kincaide 3 is about 85k, but still rumbling along slowly. Partly, that’s taking three days entirely off because I didn’t want to have the laptop on with no power. Will catch up. And keep rolling. Got stuff already done and ready for a full year of publishing dates from today, and that’s before I go deep into the trunk for more.
Y’all have a normal Tuesday, m’kay?
shade and sweet water,
b
West of the Mountains, WA
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