I don't plot things out very much and at this point I mostly just have periodic "landmarks" that I'm going by. I've just finished up the tail end of the first major point which is probably the biggest reason why my pace has slowed down in my day-to-day writing. Figuring out the big moments comes relatively easily, it's finding out what happens in between that I need to find out now.
Moving forward while trying to let my characters guide the story is kind of a scary thing - to feel like you're letting go of control - but I'm invested. And guys, I am having so much fun with these three! I've never considered myself a funny writer, or a funny anything mostly because I can't usually tell a joke all the way through without stopping at least three times because I'm laughing too hard. But I have had so many moments in writing these last two weeks where I just broke out laughing at the situations these guys get in and the various ways they react. Judging by the reactions I got from my husband when I tried to explain why I was cackling by myself on the couch, these moments probably aren't that funny for other people but hey, as long as I'm entertained that's what matters, right? If the writer isn't having a good time, the reader never will.
I realized yesterday that the students in my class are going back to school in less than a month and I wondered if they thought summer has gone by as fast as it seems to me. Maybe it just went faster for me because I'm just working now - no new school year to get worked up over - so the end of summer doesn't feel as much like an end as it used to. Do you guys have any summer projects you're hoping to get done before the scorching weather tempers? My main quest [aside from writing] is to finally get doctor appointments set up for my husband and myself. I don't like going to the doctor but my mother had us go regularly when we were all at home so the fact that I haven't seen one in about four years makes me a little antsy.
Ending a post talking about doctor visits sounds weird to me so in lieu of that, I will tell you something about our quail. Well, they aren't our quail - they just live around our complex and we see them every so often. I think there are two pairs and right now they each have chicks so it's one huge quail field-trip whenever they roam the lawn.
You can't see them all here but I've counted and there are at least 14 chicks.
Anyway, the point to this is that our buildings are surrounded by those low bushes in that picture and then by a street. So my husband and I are 99% sure the quail live in the bushes - having seen them run into them on multiple occasions. The thing is, we'll watch them run into the bushes, so we know they're in there and moving around but the bushes never move and you can't hear anything at all, even though they're fairly loud when they're out on the grass or road. So we've come to the only conclusion that makes sense: bushes are quail portals. They walk into one on one side of the complex and end up in another across the quad so of course you can't find or hear them in the bush they went through. And you know, I always knew that little feather on their heads had to be for something. Turns out, it's magic. Quail magic. Now you know.
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