Yesterday was Day 100 on the hundred words/hundred days trail, and I’m going to stop counting for a while. I won’t stop writing–if I could do that, I would have done it long ago–but I want a day off now and then. I’ve mostly been editing, anyway, getting Bathtub Jinn into shape, and how do I measure that? So much time with the manuscript on my lap? So many pages marked up? It’s all on the honor system, anyway.
The cast of Bathtub Jinn includes a cat, a wise-cracking pooka and witch’s familiar who plays an important supporting role. His name is Porthos, although the hero insists on calling him Porky, and he’s black with golden eyes, in the tradition of the pooka, battle-scarred from several years of living among feral cats. One of my critique partners, Carl Miller, however, is convinced that Porthos is an orange tabby, and last night he sent me this (uncredited) picture, saying: “Spotted one of your lead characters, in repose.” It’s not Porthos, but it’s a great cat.
This morning when I spent $36 on slightly more than 9 gallons of gas, I thought of this list that I clipped out of a local paper recently. No attribution, but I must admit that I remember at least some of these numbers from fifty years ago:
- average cost of a house: $13,500
- average annual wages: $6,450
- average cost of a gallon of gas: 31 cents
- average monthly cost to rent a house: $118
- average cost of a loaf of bread: 21 cents
- average cost of a new car: $2,650
- Dow Jones Industrial Average: 969
I’ve been pretty good about not buying actual paper books lately, but I’ve downloaded a few to the Kindle: His Lordship’s Vow, a short Regency romance by my buddy Cheryl Bolen, Skies of Fire, a steampunk romance by Zoe Archer, and two books about writing by Holly Lisle, Professional Plot Outline Mini-Course and Mugging the Muse. Sigh. I now have 98 books on my Kindle. I’ll never catch up.