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Well, considering the distractions I did OK with the writing in the end yesterday, adding 4,300 words to the total and bringing me up to 89,329. Unfortunately at that point I reached burnout and had to stop, leaving me 671 words short of my target for the end of May, which was 90,000 words. Still, I’m averaging 10,000 words a week which considering it’s only a sideline I don’t think is too bad.
It certainly helped that the wind picked up and started blowing the garden around, forcing me and the table back indoors. The battery on my camera ran down, too, so I had to quit the snap-snap-snapping for a while and resort to downloading and viewing my images instead.
I was quite pleased with the results. Some good ones of the squirrel, who came along and scared away the birds by the end of the afternoon, and then spent the rest of the day hanging upside down while doing his best to unscrew the tight nut on the bottom of the feeder.
Paul came over in the evening and we dug through the fridge, only to discover that there is about enough food in there to feed a family of seven. A week spent cat sitting and I always go home feeling rather stuffed. So, I set about making dinner and we watched The Sum of All Fears, which confused me greatly.
Nothing to do with not understanding the storyline - just a case of not being able to work out where it came in the series.
It’s a Jack Ryan story, so part of the Patriot Games, Hunt for Red October etc etc series, but he wasn’t married and didn’t have a kid, which implies it comes before Red October. Thing is, it was all based around the war in Chechnya, which is very much a present day story, and would imply it came later.
Hmmm… perhaps the wine was addling my brain. Either way, it was good throw-away fun, even if I couldn’t see how Ben Affleck was able to make so many calls on his mobile phone in the fallout zone of a nuclear blast.
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