April 22nd, 2009

Camilla

Protected

We have clouds today! Light and shadow! The wind has died down.

Ok, going to finish new story today. Going to wrestle with Editrix that now thinks it's terrible. It isn't. I think what's happening is that I'm trying to bring out on the page what my subconscious wrote and that's not always easy. I'm in the climactic moment and I'm worrying whether every other word led to this place. Don't we all?

Guarded by Minnow:
Camilla

Mood: Accomplished

Feeling really accomplished this evening. Just as Traci arrived, I was putting period to the draft. The necessary antipenultimate paragraph, basically. The one that sets up the final words, wraps the themes up with a bow. Weighing in at 3700 words, my shortest ever.

And here, for your enjoyment, horse Pr0n:

The polled opinion is that this is Pandora's nose, because she generally pushes in to see me if she can. And Judy was hosing others higher in the pecking order.


After that, Kephera kept butting in and wanting cookies. Pandora was extra nice. Either heat or she knows I'm riding her for the first time on Friday morning.

Milling horses at sundown in the Peaceful Corral.


Frog Out