What does this have to do with trains? Nothing, except Baby Darling loves trains and we have added our number to the already zillion viewers for a Thomas the Train home U Tube video of a toy train going around a track. Simple, just set up a train, video it, put it on U-tube and get a million hits. There is a train named Chuggington, too, rather cute, and tells a better story than does Thomas. I even saw how they get a train back on the track after it has derailed.
Guess I should write about trains instead of Hawaii and struggle, and redemption, and how to live a happy life. Oh oh, I’m becoming cynical…
It’s my knee talking. I am hobbling, it’s fine when I am sitting here on my chair at the computer, but standing is excruciating. I think I am 16 years old sometimes by my actions. No I didn’t get on a horse—see, one can hurt themselves without a horse. I climbed into the back of the pickup truck to empty the garbage. You know that little pile of garbage that lands right in the middle of the truck bed? Well, I had such a one. I couldn’t reach it from the left side, nor from the right side, or from the tailgate, so I climbed in. Okay, that maneuver was executed just fine. It was jumping out that got me. I felt the twist of one knee when I landed, and for the last three days it has reminded me of how stupid I was.
Yesterday while working on my manuscript I teetered around 70,000 words. Good thing most written works have what is called a “Working Title.” Someone wondered if The Frog’s Song was a children’s book, so I don’t know about that title. Maybe I should call it Currents, or Beyond the Horizon, see I’m still undecided.
And so sitting there putting words in, words out, I would get up to 69,950, down to 69,650. Normally I wouldn’t be so obsessive regarding word count, but hitting a goal of 70,000 was a milestone I wanted to hit. I know Ray Bradbury, said, “A book is over when it’s over,” but since I have accepted the challenge of 85,000 challenge, that’s when it will be over. It will give an editor lots of leverage. One editor sent me this quote, "A poem [or literary work] is never finished, only abandoned." --Paul Valery
Ah well, you are probably tired of hearing me talk about this.
Poor Bear, Daughter Darling’s Newfoundland dog, had a seizure last night. After the seizure he was disoriented for about a minute then he popped up enthusiastic and excited. We don’t know what to think of his condition. Daughter Darling is taking him to the Veterinarian today.
I just rounded the corner by the bar and saw Darling Daughter’s mailings for the day—she must have had 100 envelops labeled and ready for shipment, and I bet she stayed up all night to do it. The mail lost a couple of packages so now, at night, she prints out every label with a tracking number on it. (Don’t know about this post office, losing something, and people get irate if they do not get their package.) On the plus side, her Legos are selling like hotcakes, and she is driving herself cuckoo trying to get up to her goal of 1000 listings on EBay. He hasn’t made the 1000 yet, and as she sells—Hurray, that is what she wants—her numbers slide down, and she plays catch up. It is so great that she has created a business for herself and can stay home with Baby Darling. The name of her store is Happy Bricks. The subject is Legos which is a trade name and cannot be used in the title.
This page is just over 500 words, so looks like 30 pages of this size would complete my manuscript. Guess I better get cracking.
Over and out for now.
