throw another bear in the canoe

Four crits done, go me. In four hours--not too bad, given it included some hanging out in chat, websurfing, and the like. I should be writing, but I can't get up any gumption currently. And no rejects from the nomailman today. Maybe I need a nice tuna melt with extra tomato.

Mmmmm.

Tomato.

It rained yesterday, and today is crisp and cool and the sky is blue with the typical Vegas mauve cast to it, but a deep color rather than the usual dusty one. Very nice. Also the finches have discovered the bird feeder that's been up since January, so I have had some company.

I'm contemplating printing out Scardown so I can read it at my leisure and get the first half of the book firmly into my head: this seems to be something I need to do during novels--stop, reread carefully, figure out where I am and what's happening. I suppose, given that I got over 4000 words yesterday, counting the John Henrys story, I'm entitled to a little break.

Those over-the-usual-wait rejects are starting to pile up. It always makes me neurotic. I hate being given reason to hope. "'T'were done, t'were best done quickly."

Nine hours of sleep last night too, and I almost feel human, although my leg threatened to Charlie horse again.

Oh, look, the finches are back. :-)