[Surrogate's Blog]
A day without surrogate, is like any other day, except... without surrogate.Snippet last.
2007-04-16
Good morning Boys and Girls.First, an apology to friends I've ignored the last couple of weeks. The lousy weather here has allowed me to work on the novel I started the first of the year eight or ten hours a day the last couple weeks, instead of the one or two I'd spent each morning.
The good thing about this, is that when you get into it, and limit your distractions, there's a synergistic thrust to what you get done, meaning that a single eight hour session can be equal to a dozen or more one hour sessions. Or, at least that's what has seemed to occurr.
I finished the first draft Saturday evening, at least a month earlier than I'd planned, and, as I told my son in an email last night, of the seventy-seven thousand or so words, at least a dozen of them are not half-bad and in the right order; the fact that they're all in different chapters notwithstanding.
So here's a final tiny snippet:
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Ronnie showed up about seven and after the hugs and quickie chitchat we were on the road ten minutes later. I asked he if he wanted me to drive, since he’d just made the hundred and fifty mile trip coming the other way.
“Nah. I brought some coffee and had a couple of cups on my way over.” He reached down and grabbed a plaid-printed thermos. “You guys want some?”
“Mmmm. I do,” Clara said from the bench seat behind us where she was settling in. She’d insisted I ride up front with Ronnie and I fiddled hopelessly with the screw off cup and cap, trying to pour the coffee on the bumpiest rode in town. I managed to give Clara half a cup, which was all I dared pour just then and she she cracked wise about my generosity, or lack thereof.
“I’ll spill it if I pour any more. Just wait till we’re on the highway, would ya?”
“Yes sir.”
“Thank you.” I looked over at Ronnie and, shaking my head, said, “Women.” He glanced at me raising his eyebrows and making an “o” with his mouth.
About a tenth of a second later the back of my head was wet.
“Oops.” I heard from the back seat. “You’re right. This road is bumpy.”
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