to continue with my rapid-fire pace of posting, i bring you a short collection of random things, as usual.
1) Novel has a climax. Also, an end. Have got detailed summary. Makes more sense than it did. All is well.
Sat down to write it. Instead wrote this draft's first sex scene. Which then demanded that it be made the opening scene of the novel. It would be a reorganization, but I rather like the thought of opening with a sex scene punctuated by the point-of-view character wishing he could die right there instead of going off and getting tortured to death in the next scene. Thinking about it.
It's sort of the only drama left in the entire freaking soulless draft, but then, I don't actually have any perspective on that.
2) The track team of the boys' school across the street is doing wind sprints down our street. By the time they get to my house they're starting to lose oomph, and the better middle-distance runners are overtaking the sprinters. This is their fifth or sixth sprint, and they're getting very red-cheeked, and their walks back to the starting line are getting slower. One of them's really slow by now.
Weird-- a girl in a gray Catholic school uniform skirt with jeans under it just ran by, laughing, chasing the sprinting boys, bare-headed with a brunette ponytail, her purse over her elbow.
3) Here I was feeling all sorry for sirielle
for how cold it is where she is, when out of curiosity I put a second weather widget into my Dashboard to tell me the temperature in Centigrade, and our temperature has just risen
to -6 C, which is the warmest it's been in two days now. It was -10 this morning, and I didn't think it particularly cold-- colder than it's been much of this winter, but not cruelly cold. Heh-- different expectations, I imagine. I don't start really
complaining unless it reaches 0 Fahrenheit. (Dashboard's Unit Converter says that's -17.75 C.) That
's cold, around here. Although there are doubtless a few on my flist who would laugh at considering that to be cold. (It does get colder where I grew up-- one Christmas when I was a child it was twenty below zero Fahrenheit (-28 C), and my grandmother came over the night before because she knew her car wouldn't start that morning.)
Not that I'm thrilled about my heat bill either.
4) Usually Reuters' Oddly Enough stories are sort of pithy and funny. This one is... not. Pithy, I guess. Starving Woman Curses God, Dies
. Nice headline, hm? Yeah. Way to go, Job!
Reminds me that there are way worse things to worry about than my gas bill.
Personally, I'd be more impressed if the head of an oil company dropped dead, but, I guess Reuters isn't there to provide commentary on global warming.