Happy Thanksgiving!!
Nov. 27th, 2008 03:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shalannaI really don't even LIKE turkey or dressing, and yams/sweet potatoes, potatoes, and broccoli-rice casserole are all so high in carbs . . . still, I forced myself. Just for the special day.
Happy Thanksgiving to all Americans--and anyone else feeling thankful for so many blessings.
I have been scribbling along on the NaNo novel when I could get a moment. Some of it is scribbled in an actual notebook, purple ink on flowery paper, so I estimated 200 words/page for those pages.
41000 / 50000 words. 82% done!
It's not ALL keeper stuff; as regular readers know, I often have to go back and eliminate things. Some of this is clearly "underwater" stuff--you know, the iceberg is huge but most of it is underwater, with only the tip-top showing. Still, I like some of the scenes. And I think my train scenes will be even better once I can go back and edit/revise them using our experiences on the train.
On the train! Overnight! For two whole DAYS and a night. Each way. I don't know if we can handle that. But we're gonna try. All the sitting may turn me into a loon (I mean, an even bigger loon). I may have to hop off and jog through the station house at various waypoint/stops. If I do, I'll get y'all some postcards. . . .
Happy Thanksgiving to all Americans--and anyone else feeling thankful for so many blessings.
I have been scribbling along on the NaNo novel when I could get a moment. Some of it is scribbled in an actual notebook, purple ink on flowery paper, so I estimated 200 words/page for those pages.
It's not ALL keeper stuff; as regular readers know, I often have to go back and eliminate things. Some of this is clearly "underwater" stuff--you know, the iceberg is huge but most of it is underwater, with only the tip-top showing. Still, I like some of the scenes. And I think my train scenes will be even better once I can go back and edit/revise them using our experiences on the train.
On the train! Overnight! For two whole DAYS and a night. Each way. I don't know if we can handle that. But we're gonna try. All the sitting may turn me into a loon (I mean, an even bigger loon). I may have to hop off and jog through the station house at various waypoint/stops. If I do, I'll get y'all some postcards. . . .
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Date: 2008-11-27 10:51 pm (UTC)Except for going to the bathroom when you need to, y'all really don't need to do anything. Somebody else is driving the train, other people are manning the track switches, signal lights, etc. You can actually relax!
Last time I took a really long train ride (in 1990, from Las Vegas to St. Joseph, Michigan) I didn't even have a laptop, so all writing came to a halt. Come to think of it, MP3 players hadn't come out yet. What did I DO?
Oh, yeah. I conversed with my ex-wife, who was still two years away from becoming that. She was worried about her mother, who had fallen and broken her hip. I looked out the window a lot, day and night. (No roomette for us: "That's a needless extravagance," she'd huffed when we first decided to see America by train. One way was all she could take, so she cashed in our return tickets and we flew back to Vegas after our 10-day visit.)
I got a pretty darned good novel out of the trip, WITHOUT A PRAYER. No, it wasn't about our marriage, though it could have been. I always thought that book should have sold better than it did. Shows what I know. ;)
Lonie sends her Thanksgiving best wishes.