Good morning! Welcome to this writer’s workspace. Here’s what’s happening liiiiiiiiiiiiiive at Miranda’s desk:
What I’m working on: forward motion on the second draft of my archaeological time-travel novel, ABSENT, is the order of the day (well, that and endlessly making slides for my class lectures). I hope to squeeze in at least 1K words this morning. In the scene below, the protagonist, Emily, attends a dinner party.
Snippet from the screen: “Down the table, Kelly’s husband, James, a real estate agent, expounded to no one in particular about Park Slope housing prices. His cheeks were flushed and his voice over-loud. Kelly must have squeezed his leg under the table because he turned an even deeper shade of scarlet and subsided. Mark was refilling the wine glasses and paused a moment to offer James an affectionate smile. Emily had always loved that about him; he could find warmth in his heart even for the biggest of jackasses.”
On the iTunes: I’m on an Afro-Cuban Jazz kick these days. Mongo Santamaria is playing right now.
In the mug: Numi Chinese Breakfast – I am nothing if not a creature of habit.
Keeping me company: his Royal Furriness, Mr. Ramses, King of Cats, is seated on his throne. Now that I have a Nook, there’s some free room on the bookshelf. As with any free space in the apartment, Ramses has interpreted this as being his rightful domain. Perhaps he is correct.
A little procrastination never hurt anyone: First, in the “end-is-nigh, the publishing industry will go up in fire and flames” genre, there’s this from the New York Times re: Amazon starting up their own publishing fiefdom. Second, if your bent is more scientific, check out the latest on DARPA research into long-term space travel. And, for a lark, John Scalzi challenges us with some rather amusing writing prompts drawn from Scifi/Fantasy movies.
Alrighty, folks! Back to work.
Please share your goals for the day, what you’re working on, and any juicy links in the comments.