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Weekends, Friends, and the Game of Life
August 16, 1999
6:40 a.m.

 
 
     We had just one of the best weekends ever. Saturday was spent in Indianapolis with Phil Yager and Joanna Meier, and Phil's daughter Kathryn. We did an Indianapolis Indians ball game, and then spent most of the evening at the zoo.

     I've never been at a lion cage when they were up and playing before. Big cats are incredibly beautiful creatures, and their grace in movement is a wonder to behold.

     Sunday Ken and Jackie Allen-Peters came up from Louisville, and we spent the afternoon catching up. Jackie and Lisa went to college together, and we've kept in fair touch for some time--but somehow it's been at least two years since we had seen them, so it was time, you know? After they left, Lisa, Brigid and I went to a drive in restaurant, and capped the evening off with ice cream and a game of Life.

     The weather was just gorgeous both days, and we spent most of this time outside in some form or another (sat out on our porch with Ken and Jackie).

     It just doesn't get a whole lot better than this.


        


     So, now it's back to work.

     I got about 1,200 words of my new story done this morning. Don't think the title is going to stick, but on the good side, I do think most of the 1,200 words are "final" (meaning the story won't morph much over time). This one is not as complex as the last one, and it's shorter, too. I expect it to round out at 3,000 give or take a few hundred.

     I could have gotten more done, but I was up later than normal, and only spent about an hour on it.

     Yes, having an outline makes a difference.

     It lets me stop thinking so much as I write. It let's my fingers loose to wander the keyboard. It lets my brain free to fall into the scene.

     Why don't I do this more often?


        


     Have a good Monday (or whatever day you're reading this).




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