Hey! We may be actually getting close to wrapping up our operation here in my little corner of the world. (Iʼm talking about work, and we are getting close to using up all the pre-printed questionnaires we were supposed to use inquiring how many Americans there are in my CLD — how many who hadnʼt yet sent in their Census forms, that is.)
I know some of my crew is excited theyʼre almost done, while others are seeking (one already has sought) further assignments in different areas, in order to keep working longer. Me? I think Iʼll be done when we finish our own little area here. I have earned some money, met some nice people, done some things I had never tried before. But most of what I have done (pushing paper) reminds me too much of actually teaching (correcting papers, doing grades and dealing with official paperwork). Even though it started to become possible to restrict the job to just the morning hours (possible, but not always realistically so), I think I want to break from such unrelieved stress (and throughout-the-day phone calls, whether the Census got billed for my time or phone minutes or not). Iʼll be taking the breeze once the operationʼs done here in this little section of the United States.
Yesterday, even before it was time to start on the little quiches (which I did begin about 12:30), I wrote a little more on the Sepharad story — perhaps 200 words. But it felt really good to write again, as though a pressure had been building to do so. And I do have things to send out, for publishersʼ consideration, that I havenʼt had the time to even think about, let alone actually send. And more things (like old plays, like Speak No Evil and Magick, in particular) to put into correct format and get in the mail.
About the Sepharad heroic fantasy, I think Nathan may become Judah. I still like the name Nathan, but the wordʼs ending is too much like Søren for a good companionship piece. Besides, the new name conveys a lot about the character to most readers, I believe (as Søren should to some readers). I am still hanging just before the climactic moment of the plot, although things advanced in what I wrote yesterday to the moment of pure action. If I can find time this afternoon, I think Iʼll either go ahead longhand with the story or get the headset on and dictate the pages and pages (and pages) I havenʼt transferred onto the computer yet.
I also came up with new ideas to interject into other scenes (like a red-headed woman beggar for one scene and a red-haired dancer in the tavern for the climax, as well as a whole action sequence when baddies attack our two heroes just after they have pulled off the big heist the story is about). One of the things about the Scrivener program (which I started using for my writing about two months ago, maybe a little longer with the trial period before I bought this fantastic shareware) that makes it wonderfully useful for writers is the notion of putting different sections of a story into different documents, all held together in the “binder” that you are always operating in — somewhat reminiscent of Microsoftʼs OneNote, now that I think about it —, so that you can always interject some more by creating a new document to place into an already written scene. Thatʼs the way Iʼve always written; I just find the appropriate place and stick the information in (easy in a word-processing document, doable in longhand). The Scrivener format just makes it seem obvious to yourself that you should be thinking in terms of expansion or correction of that sort.
Anyway. I am writing yesterday evening, still cooking little quiches, with supper just about ready, once I get our fresh green beans (that Janet cut last night) ready in a pan for the grill. Itʼs marinated tilapia for the main course. And I should be worrying about both the quiches and the supper instead of this.
Play safely out there. Tomorrowʼs another day.