Winter Full Cold Moon
Kate goes back to work on Monday, February 1st. Right now I believe she’ll do ok. Her hip injections–cortisone–have helped. Her neck has been fine during this period, but she will have to return to odd angles while looking into young eyes, ears and throats. The computer ergonomics in the office are not ideal for her either. She’s gotten more and more exercise in over the last few weeks and I hope that means that her stamina is sufficient.
We’ll take it, as they say, a day at a time.
I wish I didn’t have the Woolly Retreat coming up over the weekend, but she’s not working weekends, at least not right now, so there will only be Thursday and Friday nights when I’m not here. Of course, if she experience difficulty, I’ll give it a miss.
The novel keeps on coming. In retrospect I think it was the novel that kept me up the other night. Since I write without much of a plan, it’s quite easy for me to write myself into a corner, or to realize that early ideas, some woven into much of what I’ve written, no longer work. Both happened with this one.
Since I’m nearing what will be the middle of the book in number of words, the arc of the story has to reach a certain dramatic point here and I had to fiddle with a good bit of the already written material to make that possible. Part of the change, inevitable really, involves pruning excess characters, locales and plot lines. When I did this, I reduced the plot lines to three, much easier for a reader to follow. I also created a key plot point that will allow all these plot lines to converge further along, and I hope, diverge again as I set up the second book.