Last night? I had a nice dinner (high class macaroni and cheese, fish, and salad – frankly just the very thing I wanted, even though I didn’t know it until I sat down with my plate) and went for a walk, then came back and got back to writing. Slept very well, thank you – remembered to turn the radiator down, took the old outline off the wall so that it wouldn’t fall down by itself and scare the bejezus out of me.
The writing is going well. I’ve hit forty pages (double spaced, twelve point font, which is more or less the standard for the competition) and I’m still going. There’s a day and a half left, and from what I can see, I’m on track to finish. Barring catastrophe, I’ll finish.
The Banff International String Quartet Competition wraps up today, too. I haven’t been able to see any of the performances – what with the three days to write a novel and all – but people here are really enjoying it, and from what they’re saying, it’s been a very successful venture this year.
It’s cold and raining this morning. I had my breakfast in Vistas – scrambled eggs, yum – and read for a little bit – Edna Ferber’s Fanny Herself – and went for a short walk. The pink gloves are just the ticket, as is the woolen scarf I brought. I can see snow on top of Sulphur Mountain and Cascade Mountain when the clouds clear, and I think it’s going to be a chilly day.
Suits me just fine. The plan is to pour it on, writing-wise, and try to make it to seventy-five pages (lofty goal) or sixty-five pages (reasonable goal).
Back to work for me!