Two hours of research for one sentence, and it was setting, not even plot-critical. Somewhere, there is a fantasy-reading container-vessel captain who will appreciate the fact that I checked to make sure that yes, the Sovereign Maersk
can fit through the Arthur Kill.
(She can. The Regina Maersk
has done it. But she had to lower her bridge mast to fit under the Bayonne Bridge, and she couldn't do it fully loaded in 1999 even at high tide... but I notice they're dredging the channel six feet deeper now.)
God bless the Internet. I also found a badly written page about kayaking the Arthur Kill that was very helpful about the relationship between the Astoria
wreck and the Witte Bros salvage yard.
Why do I persist in writing things set places 3000 miles away?
Where's my kayak?Progress notes for 20 June 2005:
Whiskey & WaterNew Words:
141,677 / 157,750Notecards burninated/added/remaining:
0 / 0 / 8Pages:
631Reason for stopping:
tired. also, stupid.Mammalian Assistance:
Marlowe has been a nag and a pesterment.Stimulants:
really bad, bad, bad chardonnay and almond vanilla teaExercise:
nomailToday's words Word don't know:
Tyop du jour:
n/aDarling du jour:
n/aBooks in progress, but not at all quickly
: Kristine Smith, Code of Conduct;
Richard Overy, Russia's War: A History of the Soviet War Effort, 1941-1945Interesting research tidbits of the day:
n/aOther writing-related work