…except that I’ve surpassed 123,400 words. If this were a romance novel it’d eb long enough to publish. But I have higher standards, like rounding out the plot, for example.
Anyway, I think I’m either 2/5 or 3/5 finished. I just needed some time away from the PC to figure out how to fit two major areas of plot together. It’s all coming along well except the presence of one major thing needs to be more distributed all the way along in my book. Happily, that’s doable. So I’ve got some real work ahead of me, but I think I may be most of the way to done by the time I leave Dharamsala.
But for this afternoon, I think I’ll stop by on a nice plateau I found during my ramblings in the opposite direction from McLeod Ganj. I’ll play a little flute with my frozen fingers, and then head back, eat some bread and write for the rest of the evening. Sounds like fun, right? No, really, it is. And I don’t have much choice…. it’s a national holiday and a Monday, so almost everything is closed. :)
Oops, but that French artist guy. We split a beer after dinner. It was a fascinating talk. I’m thinking of adapting the story of his grandpa’s life to SF: French pilot who, during WWII, escaped to England, thence to Russia, and flew missions on the Eastern front all through the war. Cool guy all around, that Jerome was. Okay, now I’m really going to play a little flute before sunset.