Paksworld

1500+ words today.  Book III is out of its sulks (I hope, forever) and moving forward with some impulsion.   Apparently yesterday’s long, leisurely drive back from a speaking gig, taking little tiny back roads and navigating by sun and the lay of the land,  unkinked something…or the scribbled notes I’ve been making finally came together, or…something.

You might think that being in real spring while writing in story-winter would be confusing, but it’s not.    I can see characters’ breath smoking in the cold air, smell the woodsmoke from the kitchen, etc.    Never mind that the real woodsmoke is from someone having bulldozed every tree off a plot and started burning the debris…debris that was grass, trees, shrubs, etc…grump.  ANYway.    Story’s moving.  Just thought you’d like to know.