The past few days I’ve been herding
cats, er, kids. I’ve had a spare one over and we’ve been playing a fair bit and swimming and now there’s peace and quiet. For now. Because mine are asleep. It’s been hot too, and the winds have been blowing hard, and we’ve had fires not far from here. Not as bad as Colorado, but bad enough. We came close to getting some rain today, but it didn’t get here. Sadly.
As I mentioned before, I’m working on a new book, epic fantasy, and have been putting together the preliminary outline and character descriptions. Most of that is done as far as I can go for now, but now I have to start doing the writing. That’s a bit tough, mostly because picking out a starting point is really tough sometimes. I have quite a few characters in this one, and a spectrum of things that are going on. This is a book that might take a lot of trial and error to make work.
This one is going to be a challenge to write and that’s always terrifying. It is going to stretch me for sure. I like that. I learn and grow as a writer when I really push myself. I usually push myself in all my books in different ways. But this one is going to be pushing on a number of levels. I’m really excited about the story and looking forward to writing. And getting it right.
On the subject of so called Obamacare, I’m just not sure how I feel. Mostly that’s because I really don’t know how it’s going to pan out. I had a lot of high hopes when they actually began to tackle healthcare reform and the point of federal fraud in the health care industry, but I feel that the real problems weren’t addresses, like torte reform, and issues with costs of malpractice insurance and the need to perform excess tests so they don’t get sued. Anyhow, I had hopes, and I just don’t know if this reform package will actually help. The hype on either side is all jockeying for votes, and so worthless. I’m going to continue to hope it’s helpful rather than destructive, because I can do little else. And I’m going to try hard not to get sick.
Oh, and Viggo, one of the corgis, killed a robin this morning. The bird didn’t fly away and the dog, while somewhat quick, shouldn’t have been able to catch it. Anyhow, afterwards he was insufferably proud of himself and strutting around like he was tough (he’s a chicken). Now he’s curled up on the couch resting on his laurels.