Deerless and cheerless
Well, no, I’m not cheerless really. I promise to make sure I know what the antler restrictions are in the county I’m in next time. Besides, maybe someone else got that buck, someone who needs the meat. I was planning on donating it, so that would cut out the middleman.
I did see a bluebird this morning, always a treat. They don’t come into the city, not so far as I live. Raccoons, possums, the occasional fox, hawks and owls, those we see. I understand turkey vultures roost on the office buildings in Clayton now. No word on whether they spent a lot of time circling the local Bear Stearns or Lehman Bros. offices last fall.
I followed my wife around a social function last night, the anniversary gala for the Missouri Coalition for the Environment. Wearing formal Highland dress is a great conversation starter. Some of the conversations don’t even end up with “what do you wear under the kilt?”
After chatting with my best friend, I decided I can start sketching out bits of the next Faerie Noir novel (I like “The Fey and The Clay” as a series title) without actually going to Ireland. I could even do a synopsis in advance, perhaps, now that I have two under my belt I can refer to. There’s a chance the product might even resemble said synopsis. I did a rigid outline for one novel, and it seemed to work all right. Doing for the first two faerie stories didn’t work for me, though. I wanted more of a sense of discovery as I figured out what the recurring characters are like.
I need to do something writing-wise, as opposed to revising-wise, certainly. I live in fear of seizing up if I go too long. Perhaps this blog could help ease the anxiety. Hmm. I’ll think about that.