This week, we've had a LOT of rain. It's still quite warm, but we've had all the rain we needed through the whole of the summer - believe me, if it had been spread out a bit, it would have been brilliant.
The different vines have exploded into life, grapes, squash, butternut, melons, etc.
The lake is filling! It's been a dust bath for the horses all summer, but now, we could even float the ducks in it! The pond to the side has never dried up. I found a spring and we dug it out. Thank the gods for small mercies!
The aubergines have reproduced, like rabbits, and the peppers are all ripening. The courgettes have had issues and some of them are rotting on the ends. I'll have to go and sort all that out soon, but for the moment, I have to write.
Ash update
I'm on a deadline with this story. It's a self-imposed deadline, but an unbreakable one, nonetheless.
Winter is coming (Jon Snow), and there's work to be done, but while the sun shines and the rain falls, before it gets too cold, I must get this story out of my head and onto paper.
The story, the characters are nagging me. They wake me up at 7 am EVERY DAY (how? I just want to know how?)
On 30th August, I had written 38,000 words, give or take, and today, this morning, at 10 o'clock, that total is 58,000(ish) 20,000 words in three days. That's impressive.
It's not just the words, though, it's the dialogue, the storyline, characters, events - they all have to be described and written down so that the audience, the Reader can follow the sequence and understand it. They whys, wherefores and what-ifs have to be sifted through in my mind and typed out. Sometimes my brain goes faster than my fingers can type and then it gets impatient and starts tapping the hypothetical foot.
I have to read everything over again, from time to time and I spot mistakes and re-word things. I'm firing on all cylinders and the story is writing itself. For example, Ash has just gone to look for something important (important to the investigation, the plot, the storyline and her personally). She took Rob to look too and I went along for the ride.
I did NOT know what she was going to do. It was as though Rob and I stood in that room, watching her. I had to describe what she was doing, Rob just stood watching. She did something, I wrote about it, she did something else, I wrote it down. Rob said something and I reported what he'd said. Then she found something that she wasn't looking for and it was as much of a surprise to me, the writer, the person whose head it all came from.
What an absolute trip this is!
I can't wait to see what she does next. I wonder if she'll let me know?