Okay, three things I want to jot down really fast:
1) I had to milk goats tonight.
Actually, though, it wasn't as traumatic as I feared it would be (my fear was based on past milking experiences...let me just say, they weren't good ones), though I think I still smell like goat, even though I just took a shower. Ehh. The number one icky thing about goats--their smell. We save money, I guess, by having milk goats--it costs less to feed them than it would to buy milk for all of us (we go through milk fast, about a gallon a day...or at least we did. I think our milk consumption has dropped since we started milking goats...I know mine has, anyway). But, while goat milk can be fine and dandy, it can also sometimes taste...well, like goat. And goat tastes the same as it smells (at least, regarding the goaty taste of milk--I've never had goat meat, so I have no clue what it tastes like). Not good. Which, granted, doesn't happen too often--usually just when the milk is out too long before its chilled. (Unlike cow milk, you can get away without pasteurizing and all that jazz goat milk--we just strain it, freeze it for an hour, and then voila! Edible--or drinkable--milk. This is why people back in the olden days before refrigerators and Louis Pasteur kept milk goats more than milk cows--well, actually, I don't actually know that for a fact or anything. It's purely a supposition upon my part.) Unfortunately, those few times when it has tasted goaty has made me paranoid everytime I drink goat milk, especially plain, so I've cut back on drinking it drastically, which is bad, 'cuz I'll probably grow up and get osteoperosis or something, and it will come back to this time in my life.
Anyway, due to the craziness of tomorrow for my mom and siblings--it's the day for sheep, chicken, and duck showing at the fair, all of which my sibs took to some extent--I also have to milk tomorrow morning (joys), so hopefully--I pray, please God--it'll go as smoothly tomorrow as tonight did. And, of course, I'll have to do all the other animals, as well. I'm sure it'll be a fun Monday morning.
2) Okay, so. The sequel to the book I wrote. (The fact that that last sentence was, horrendously, a fragment, is grating on me, but I refuse to change it.) I first started on it back in late April, right after I finished the first draft of the first book, along with figuring out the plot (part of which I worked on/came up with while I was still writing book one). And, as I said a few days ago, I wrote something like 40k words of it, between then and sometime in June. Then I stopped working on it, for whatever reason, until recently (I do that. It's very annoying. That's one of the things I loved about the first book--aside from the first two chapters, written in early March, I wrote the entire thing within three weeks of April. Yay me! *laughs* Unfortunately, that was a burst of inspiration that had no precedent (to that extreme, at least) in my life, and I have my doubts about ever being repeated.)
Well, I wasn't too thrilled with how the story was moving, and some of the things that were happening, and then, when some researching made me have to change a fairly important minor part of the first book--which also affected the second--I really had a problem, 'cuz at least two of the chapters were pretty much about the thing that had to be changed. (Sorry this is so vague, I just don't want to get into it.) So. Sometime last month, I started rewriting what I'd written to fit the new structure, but I still wasn't completely satisfied. So, today, I decided to throw out what little I had worked on of that partial second draft (honestly, it was only two and a half chapters' worth, not a great loss), and I'm reworking the plot to something I like more.
3) Uhhh....I think there was something else I wanted to say, but for the life of me I can't remember what it was, so I'll just post this quote, from an article I read last night (and which I stayed up way too late reading). I thought it embodied how I feel writing is to me, anyway, so I wanted to share it.
“Writers write, and it isn’t some flippant thing done in the rags of spare time. It’s identity. It’s soul.” – Kate Elliott
My Stats (such as they are):
Song: Giver of Life, by Ana Laura
Mood: inspired, satisfied, a little sleepy
1) I had to milk goats tonight.
Actually, though, it wasn't as traumatic as I feared it would be (my fear was based on past milking experiences...let me just say, they weren't good ones), though I think I still smell like goat, even though I just took a shower. Ehh. The number one icky thing about goats--their smell. We save money, I guess, by having milk goats--it costs less to feed them than it would to buy milk for all of us (we go through milk fast, about a gallon a day...or at least we did. I think our milk consumption has dropped since we started milking goats...I know mine has, anyway). But, while goat milk can be fine and dandy, it can also sometimes taste...well, like goat. And goat tastes the same as it smells (at least, regarding the goaty taste of milk--I've never had goat meat, so I have no clue what it tastes like). Not good. Which, granted, doesn't happen too often--usually just when the milk is out too long before its chilled. (Unlike cow milk, you can get away without pasteurizing and all that jazz goat milk--we just strain it, freeze it for an hour, and then voila! Edible--or drinkable--milk. This is why people back in the olden days before refrigerators and Louis Pasteur kept milk goats more than milk cows--well, actually, I don't actually know that for a fact or anything. It's purely a supposition upon my part.) Unfortunately, those few times when it has tasted goaty has made me paranoid everytime I drink goat milk, especially plain, so I've cut back on drinking it drastically, which is bad, 'cuz I'll probably grow up and get osteoperosis or something, and it will come back to this time in my life. Anyway, due to the craziness of tomorrow for my mom and siblings--it's the day for sheep, chicken, and duck showing at the fair, all of which my sibs took to some extent--I also have to milk tomorrow morning (joys), so hopefully--I pray, please God--it'll go as smoothly tomorrow as tonight did. And, of course, I'll have to do all the other animals, as well. I'm sure it'll be a fun Monday morning.
2) Okay, so. The sequel to the book I wrote. (The fact that that last sentence was, horrendously, a fragment, is grating on me, but I refuse to change it.) I first started on it back in late April, right after I finished the first draft of the first book, along with figuring out the plot (part of which I worked on/came up with while I was still writing book one). And, as I said a few days ago, I wrote something like 40k words of it, between then and sometime in June. Then I stopped working on it, for whatever reason, until recently (I do that. It's very annoying. That's one of the things I loved about the first book--aside from the first two chapters, written in early March, I wrote the entire thing within three weeks of April. Yay me! *laughs* Unfortunately, that was a burst of inspiration that had no precedent (to that extreme, at least) in my life, and I have my doubts about ever being repeated.)
Well, I wasn't too thrilled with how the story was moving, and some of the things that were happening, and then, when some researching made me have to change a fairly important minor part of the first book--which also affected the second--I really had a problem, 'cuz at least two of the chapters were pretty much about the thing that had to be changed. (Sorry this is so vague, I just don't want to get into it.) So. Sometime last month, I started rewriting what I'd written to fit the new structure, but I still wasn't completely satisfied. So, today, I decided to throw out what little I had worked on of that partial second draft (honestly, it was only two and a half chapters' worth, not a great loss), and I'm reworking the plot to something I like more.
3) Uhhh....I think there was something else I wanted to say, but for the life of me I can't remember what it was, so I'll just post this quote, from an article I read last night (and which I stayed up way too late reading). I thought it embodied how I feel writing is to me, anyway, so I wanted to share it.
“Writers write, and it isn’t some flippant thing done in the rags of spare time. It’s identity. It’s soul.” – Kate Elliott
My Stats (such as they are):
Song: Giver of Life, by Ana Laura
Mood: inspired, satisfied, a little sleepy
