Well, two days ago, Ian and I picked up some yarn so I could make him a scarf. In the store, the color was a very muted green-gray, like a sage but pale and aged. Then when we got the yarn home, it looked pretty much gray like a battleship gray. I started making it into a scarf the night we got it, and yesterday morning, I picked it back up only to realize that the color had changed once more. In indirect sunlight, the shaded areas glowed with a purplish-blue like the strange tint certain car colors give off in certain lighting. To say the least, it’s not exactly the coloring Ian was going for, but I finished the scarf yesterday evening and he wore it to work today. I had yarn leftover, and I crocheted a half-size replica of Ian’s scarf for the cat. Tonight we’re going to try and get it on her long enough to get a picture of it to post. After that, it’ll probably end up on my couch buddy Herbert the Snail. Now back to crcoheting afghans again. Sometimes I think I’ll never finish the last two.

I broke 70,000 words yesterday but barely. I would have written more, but I had just come to the end of a section and needed time to work out what was going to happen in the next chapter to write or whether I was going to add to the current chapter to flesh out parts a bit. Part two in the book is confusing because of how it alternates between the present and flashbacks, and once I write chapter fifteen (which might split into two chapters making it chapters fifteen and sixteen), I’ll go back and reread all of part two just to see if it fits together all right. After that, all that’s left are the thirteen chapters of part three, which unfortunately will likely take the longest because I’ll have to figure out how to write fight scenes. I’ve never written a fight scene, and I have the suspicion that they’ll turn out like the fight scene in Clerks. Ah well, time for more research. This time, I think I’ll just inundate myself with martial arts flicks and boxing movies. The visual representation of fighting will make describing it easier than looking up stances and styles on-line. That or it’s an excuse to watch movies for a while and take a break from writing, lol.

I don’t know how much of the book I’ll get to today. I work until four and then really ought to work on cleaning up the living room for when the Lushbaughs come down Saturday. I figure I’ll spend my time in the stacks thinking about how to handle chapter fifteen (I’m having problems with how to begin and end it) and also about the cohesiveness of part two in general. I also need to work General Lushbaugh into part two a bit better. His boisterous personality hasn’t come out as much as I’d like it. O seems to always try and get center stage, but since that’s the kind of person he is, well, it’s not that surprising. He’s the youngest with two older sisters, so acting out was his best defense against having dresses and make-up put on him. Why am I explaining all this randomness? Who knows. I guess I’m in the mood to write. Too bad I’m heading out here in twenty minutes or I’d pull the book out. At any rate, later!