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The world outside is going all squishy -- dump rain on top of thawing permafrost and you get . . . Mud Season! And the bottom step at the back door rocks a couple of inches when you step on it -- the outer edge rests on thawed ground, while the inner edge lies in shadow and bears on still-frozen dirt. Signs of spring -- we takes them where we gets them.
Happy Pi day to those who celebrate mathematical relationships.
Thus far, the day's writing output consists of a draft agreement for architectural services. Probably a better return on my investment than the further adventures of Fat Wizard, but not nearly as much scope for the imagination.
And I need to format another three chapters to go out to the crit group, with the dread summary of What Has Gone Before. That comes perilously close to a synopsis, and I _hate_ doing a synopsis. As Pat Wrede once phosphored on RASFC, "If I could have written the story in four pages, I'd have USED four pages." Or something along those lines, anyway.
Happy Pi day to those who celebrate mathematical relationships.
Thus far, the day's writing output consists of a draft agreement for architectural services. Probably a better return on my investment than the further adventures of Fat Wizard, but not nearly as much scope for the imagination.
And I need to format another three chapters to go out to the crit group, with the dread summary of What Has Gone Before. That comes perilously close to a synopsis, and I _hate_ doing a synopsis. As Pat Wrede once phosphored on RASFC, "If I could have written the story in four pages, I'd have USED four pages." Or something along those lines, anyway.
