Well, dear readers, I think there are fleas or bugs or something in this here home environment, because I’m being bitten and have bug bites and my fingers and arms but nowhere else. I believe these are the infamous finger and arm bugs that bit only those two appendages. Is the hand an appendage? An arm is an appendage so therefore logic would dictate that a hand is an appendage of an arm, no? Of course, I am entirely tired of logic dictating this and that, aren’t you? Who is logic to dictate anything and is logic also able to take dictation? Is dictation an appendage? I have eaten too many damn snacks this evening – almonds, red licorice, Chicken in a Biskit crackers galore. Whatever I can see, I can eat, said the Randy Vicar to whoever would listen. I hope I don’t regret all the snacks. Earlier in the day, I made interesting pasta – pasta with pink sauce (I used Prego with some heavy cream – it was heavy, man), with peas, prosciutto, and parmesan, as well as two tiny turkey meatballs, although shouldn’t they really be called turkeyballs? I had no bread, so that was a good thing since everything else I ate was so damn caloric. I also watched episode seven of Reacher, which is now reaching to try and stretch out the season to ten, I guess? It’s cliffhanger ending we’ve seen before twice now. I’m ready for it to be over. Otherwise, it was mostly a writing day. I only got four hours of sleep, then I futzed and finessed quite a lot of pages, smoothing them out, adding, subtracting until I was ready to write new pages. Once I began, I just kept going and did them all at once – sixteen or seventeen pages. I do hope I’m keeping things interesting. By the time I go to bed I’ll have crossed page two hundred in the manuscript. By the time I get to Phoenix I’ll be 105. I have no idea what the HELL I’m talking about, and I’m jiggy with that. Is a toe and appendage? If so, is a toenail an appendage of the toe? Did I mention that my hair is almost a page boy? And I can’t get a haircut for a few more weeks as Lydia Geissman, who does such cutting, has a sore arm that she has to let heal, according to those in the new. I look absolutely ridiculous. If this goes on much longer, I’ll be able to have a beehive hairdo.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll futz and finesse, I’ll write new pages, I’ll figure out the meal plan, I’ll write more new pages, and then at some point I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow is more of the same, then on Monday, after I futz and finesse, then the second batch of pages will wing their way over the information highway to Muse Margaret. I believe at that point I’ll probably be two-thirds through. I’m guessing the book will come in around 325 manuscript pages. We shall see. I’ll also have an on location meal, I have a couple of meetings and meals, but hopefully, I’ll just be writing until I finish this puppy.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up when I’m up, futz and finesse, write new pages, figure out the meal plan, write more new pages, and watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What year would you like me to take our Time Machine to next so I can report what was playing all over town. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I shall ponder the subject of appendages.