I just done with a dip in the pool (chilly, but invigorating!). The sun is shining brightly, and drying off on the deck felt magnificent. Now… inside, I’m looking out my office window at the crows eating their dog food (we have a sweet pair of them) and getting ready for a day of dentist, Pokémon Go, library, more probably Pokémon Go (given I’ll have the Boodle with me) and then Shakespeare in the Park at Saratoga.
Sounds wonderful, doesn’t it? It’s going to be a lot of running around, but I’m looking forward to it. Of course, it’s easier to look forward to some chaos when I know I have the choice to actually stay home tomorrow. 😉
Before that, it’s WIPpet Time!
I’m returning to the Unnamed Story this week (since it’s the last thing I wrote anything new in). This scene comes a bit after the one where Atyr joins in the lesson her son, Vantosa (Vant), was teaching (and being graded on for his teaching technique). Now class is over and the teachers (and guest) are settling back at a local watering hole to discuss how things went.
Story language to know: milsha — Mom/Mother; usually with affection
May I offer you three paragraphs, for the 3rd of August?
Vant grunted at his ale. “Plans on ‘training’ me for years, he does. Or so he thinks. Didn’t you tell me there was an admin job open at biatha Mælana, Milsha?”
Atyr wasn’t sure if she dared get involved, but since Vant was right that a position had opened at the Attroniian Academy, she nodded. “Not that I remember telling you anything of the sort, scamp.”
“Must have seen it when I was reading the posts then.” He winked at her.
Vant really is one of my favorite characters. He takes after his father in that way—both his fathers really (though that’s a story for another time).
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And lastly, for those of you who came here for the…
I’ve not done much these past few days. Mostly I’ve read books by Albert Camus. I have some David Foster Wallace in the queue for today’s reading. And I got some writing done on (yet) another draft of that Sponsor Post! I even think I might have found something that works… *crosses fingers*
A bit behind on my typing, on track for most everything else. Oh, and no “new” craft works read… unless one counts the translators’ notes for the various Camus stories.
There’s plenty of time though this week to get back on track, and I’m ready to go! (hmm, should I have said that? Don’t want to give Fate any ideas…)