Got a couple of inches of fresh snow this a.m. Fortunately, it warmed up enough most all of it melted off. Except for the stuff on top of the ice and snow still on my back patio. I'm beginning to think that won't melt till spring arrives for reals.
Last week, by the end of the week, I wrote 52.5 pages. (YAY!!) Which gave me, for the two week push, 115 pages total. Not bad atall, friends.
But that meant that this week, I had to write a new synopsis to go with all the stuff I wrote and finish the story. I wrote and wrote and wrote. Lots of pages' worth. (You all know my theory--you get to count synopsis pages double because they're twice as hard to write.) Then I scratched out two or four pages' worth because I decided I didn't need the ballpeen hammer murders in this book, and could save them for someone else, because with the Hungarian Inquisition, who needs murders too? So I have a brand new ending--or rather, the same events still happen, but they happen for different reasons, and different bad guys commit the same evil events, and it all works out beautifully and ties everything together, and I probably never would have figured this all out if I hadn't sat down to write as much of the story as I could all at once.
Got to go to town yesterday and paint. I am happy. I got to work on the portrait--it's close to being done. Fortunately, I ordered more canvases. I'm out of things to paint on, unless I paint over something...which I could well do...
I have 9 pages of synopsis written, which will probably type up to 15, and counts as 19 or 20 pages in the "count" because of all the pages I got to X out when I took out the murdered guys.
Oh, and I got to go to the doctor again today. (I went yesterday to let them look at the skin cancer that's being erased with a cream) Now I have a lump on the side of my neck, right on top of the muscle there--a swollen lymph node in a weird place, so I get to take drugs for that too. Lots and lots of pills. I don't feel bad. Except the lump is sore. Oh well.
Community choir starts tomorrow. I will not forget. (And if I do, y'all get to chastise me.)