Tree in Metuchen, New Jersey. We have color, now, but not quite to this extreme.
Today was the day I had to report for jury duty and it was over with quickly! I spent an hour sitting on a courtroom bench and got in a little bit of reading, a little chatting with the woman next to me, before we were told to pass in our information cards and go home, no jury was needed, this week! Wahoo! That's particularly great because . . .
I'm participating in National Novel Writing Month. I pushed myself to race ahead as far as possible (I'm not the speedy writer I used to be) so I could make up for lost days in advance. So, I'm already
20% 25% finished with my word count at just over 10,000 12,500 words. Hopefully, I'll keep up the momentum! I'm having fun.
I've gotten three books in the mail in the past two weeks:
- The Prodigal by Brennan Manning and Greg Garrett, sent to me by Zondervan at the latter author's request. I'm already over halfway through The Prodigal, a modern retelling of the Biblical story, "The Prodigal Son" and enjoying it very much.
- The Plot Whisperer by Martha Alderson (a purchase). I haven't gotten very far into The Plot Whisperer but it has already helped me to step back a bit as I write and think about what I'm doing and what's missing from my normal thought process. Hopefully, it will keep this particular NaNo book from being a hot mess, as my previous books have been.
- The Surrendered by Chang Rae Lee from my friend, Paula.
I'm participating in the read-along of Italo Calvino's crazy If On a Winter's Night a Traveler (a book I already had on my shelf). I'm not very far into it but so far, I'm fascinated and enjoying the experience. It's definitely a book you experience.
In other news:
I personally think the time change sucks. Yes, I enjoyed that extra hour, even though I blame it for the past two days' early awakenings -- 4:30 AM and 3:00 AM. To be honest, jury duty was probably to blame for the latter. I don't know downtown well so I printed out maps and drew solid and dotted lines to tell me where to drive down the confusing mess of one-way streets, where to park and which direction to walk to get to the courthouse ( I still managed to get turned around when I walked back to the parking lot. I'm not so hot with directions.) And, then I set my alarm clock early but managed to continue panicking about whether or not I'd wake in time.
That's all for now. Am I talking to myself, here? Not many comments are happening, lately.
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