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Portchester Castle and Turkeys
Nov. 24th, 2010 11:51 pmNanowrimo word count: 40749 words (1605 today)
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No, not exactly together. The turkey was roasting while I was writing, which meant a great many interrupts and then carving and refrigerating it and still rushing to get today's word count in before midnight. Have to get up and bake pumpkin pies in the morning early, and I'm done for this holiday. Someone else gets to do the dishes. ;p
Ricky agrees to a landing at Portchester Castle, where the city of Portsmouth stands today. He had thought to go right to Southampton in order to have land access to Canterbury, but William and the captain pointed out to him that his father preferred to hold court at Portchester, in spite of the need to cross water to get to it. After all, his subjects should come to him, not he to them. Whether this will aggravate Archbishop Baldwin or impress him remains to be seen.
Simon is still not doing well, though we found that he improved after being forced to exercise a bit so that's going to go on his agenda now.
I did go to Gary's musical jam session this afternoon, and though not at my best, kept up all right. Afterward his current dulcimer student approached me and asked how long I had been playing the flute. I looked at the clock and said "About two hours," but that wasn't what he meant of course. I had to think for a second or two. Fifty years is the correct answer. Yes, I'm a greymuzzle. The response was "Oh, I guess that explains it." I'm not sure what "it" is, though.
Sponsor me!Story draft available here.
No, not exactly together. The turkey was roasting while I was writing, which meant a great many interrupts and then carving and refrigerating it and still rushing to get today's word count in before midnight. Have to get up and bake pumpkin pies in the morning early, and I'm done for this holiday. Someone else gets to do the dishes. ;p
Ricky agrees to a landing at Portchester Castle, where the city of Portsmouth stands today. He had thought to go right to Southampton in order to have land access to Canterbury, but William and the captain pointed out to him that his father preferred to hold court at Portchester, in spite of the need to cross water to get to it. After all, his subjects should come to him, not he to them. Whether this will aggravate Archbishop Baldwin or impress him remains to be seen.
Simon is still not doing well, though we found that he improved after being forced to exercise a bit so that's going to go on his agenda now.
I did go to Gary's musical jam session this afternoon, and though not at my best, kept up all right. Afterward his current dulcimer student approached me and asked how long I had been playing the flute. I looked at the clock and said "About two hours," but that wasn't what he meant of course. I had to think for a second or two. Fifty years is the correct answer. Yes, I'm a greymuzzle. The response was "Oh, I guess that explains it." I'm not sure what "it" is, though.
