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"Catherine Calibrates" is now a 50,085 word novel that has a complete (but at times spotty) plot arc. This draft will never see the light of day or a reader, but all the same I'm glad I did it, because I now have a much better understanding of where I want Cathy and Henry to move and how I want them to move together.
Earlier today, I called the gas company to get some help with our stove. We'd been smelling mercaptan lately (the smelly stuff they put in nat gas because nat gas itself is odorless; that way you can smell leaks). They told me they'd come by "some time this afternoon". Which I heard as "Time for you to catch up on that word count". But once I'd gotten started writing this afternoon, I found that I really was sick and tired of writing about Cathy and Henry and just wanted it done with. So I wrote to the finish and I'm now free of them! YAAAAAY!
Heee. I was about to post when the gas guy came! The stove's been fixed. Simple matter of the pilot being out, which goes to show I'm a dummy when it comes to gas stoves. (In my (poor) defense, before I moved into this apartment, I'd never had a gas stove!)
So the stove works, the mercaptan won't get me in my sleep, and my novel's done and I don't have to think abotu Henry and Catherine for months. Not bad.
Earlier today, I called the gas company to get some help with our stove. We'd been smelling mercaptan lately (the smelly stuff they put in nat gas because nat gas itself is odorless; that way you can smell leaks). They told me they'd come by "some time this afternoon". Which I heard as "Time for you to catch up on that word count". But once I'd gotten started writing this afternoon, I found that I really was sick and tired of writing about Cathy and Henry and just wanted it done with. So I wrote to the finish and I'm now free of them! YAAAAAY!
Heee. I was about to post when the gas guy came! The stove's been fixed. Simple matter of the pilot being out, which goes to show I'm a dummy when it comes to gas stoves. (In my (poor) defense, before I moved into this apartment, I'd never had a gas stove!)
So the stove works, the mercaptan won't get me in my sleep, and my novel's done and I don't have to think abotu Henry and Catherine for months. Not bad.
