Writing: 1,190 words
Irene thought she was a rock star, and the East Coast was her hotel room.
Spent the better part of yesterday helping to clear debris and repair damage from Irene's hissy-fit. Again I have to acknowledge just how lucky we were here. A few large branches in the backyard and a day-and-a-half without electricity was about the worst of our troubles. Others had massive pine-trees uproot in their backyards and fall within inches of their houses, while still others had most of their fences kicked over by the wind including two posts snapped off at the ground. Many others won't get power back until the first of September. And 26 people have died.
So instead of complaining about the few minor discomforts I dealt with, I wrote. In four hours, I wrote 1,190 words to bring the total manuscript up to 87,590 words. I can't properly assess how many of those words came out of the bucket, though. Certainly the scenes did, and while I had access to the words, I wouldn't really call last night's work rewriting. It was more of a reimagination of the same events, and I found myself discovering new avenues of thought that I had not previously explored.
And because I am transplanting the Capitol Motel sequence from Atlantic City to the Gateway Motel in Prophecy Creek, I also wound up discovering a battered little diner in the fringes of Atlantic City called the "Snake Eyes Diner" instead. A quiet little place for Michael to weather the dawn and collect his thoughts and work out what his next move should be. I already know, of course, but Michael's never been a planner, so it'll be interesting to see how he gets from where he is to where he's giong.
In other news: the Phillies's weekend games against the Marlins have been postponed until a doubleheader on September 15th.
Spent the better part of yesterday helping to clear debris and repair damage from Irene's hissy-fit. Again I have to acknowledge just how lucky we were here. A few large branches in the backyard and a day-and-a-half without electricity was about the worst of our troubles. Others had massive pine-trees uproot in their backyards and fall within inches of their houses, while still others had most of their fences kicked over by the wind including two posts snapped off at the ground. Many others won't get power back until the first of September. And 26 people have died.
So instead of complaining about the few minor discomforts I dealt with, I wrote. In four hours, I wrote 1,190 words to bring the total manuscript up to 87,590 words. I can't properly assess how many of those words came out of the bucket, though. Certainly the scenes did, and while I had access to the words, I wouldn't really call last night's work rewriting. It was more of a reimagination of the same events, and I found myself discovering new avenues of thought that I had not previously explored.
And because I am transplanting the Capitol Motel sequence from Atlantic City to the Gateway Motel in Prophecy Creek, I also wound up discovering a battered little diner in the fringes of Atlantic City called the "Snake Eyes Diner" instead. A quiet little place for Michael to weather the dawn and collect his thoughts and work out what his next move should be. I already know, of course, but Michael's never been a planner, so it'll be interesting to see how he gets from where he is to where he's giong.
In other news: the Phillies's weekend games against the Marlins have been postponed until a doubleheader on September 15th.