Okay, last night I finished the first run-through editing/chopping of my book, arriving at the end of the book and am now at 229,728 words/788 pages. So, before trekking back to the beginning to try and cut some more, I decided to play around with what little I'd done on Book Two (which is untitled), and found I ALREADY had over 60,000 words written! It isn't even STARTED yet! How am I going to graft on some of the stuff I pulled from Ring of Fire and still tell the whole story?!? HOW DO PEOPLE WRITE SMALL? No wonder I'm totally unable to write short stories.
In good news, Abramoff confessed and will turn state's evidence. Maybe the shit really WILL hit the fan in 2006 (knock wood). In bad news, they still haven't found the missing miners. Things don't look good for them. :(
We had some cat fun, chronicled in rahirah's journal; in order to help Cairo break the bad habit of bouncing on us all night long, we got a good-sized crate (large enough for Sam, if needed), and put him in it Sunday night. I believe the quote she used was "he didn't like it." That was something of an overstatement. It took him almost two days to get all the litter (the hard-clumping kind!) out of his fur, since he threw the litter box over along with his water dish and made the worst kinds of mess everywhere--but it affected him so deeply that he was the best cat in the whole world on Monday night, and slept nicely instead of walking to the window all night.
We shall see how long this lasts.
I just remembered the tree skirt is in the washing machine. Better hang that up.
Happy New Year, everyone!