No blog post today. I spent a lot of the day moving everything out of my Uncle Len's house and onto trucks, then unloading that at his storage unit. It was only ninety or ninety-two out, but by the afternoon, I think everybody was praying to Shiva "Let me die."
Now the evil of Kali take me, of course.
As far as everything else goes, I got a lot of food in me, did my run (there was somebody standing out in the front yard of the house where I saw the ghost, but it was a man and he seemed to be gardening or looking for worms*), did some sit-ups, and even though I didn't start until ten-thirty or so, I still got a thousand words written on this new Natalie Whitmore story. She got to her photoshoot, and is warned about bears (which was inspired by a sign I saw while waiting for someone to text me back yesterday, telling people what to do if attacked by a bear).
I went on my run, and decided to name the love interest guy after two of the singers I heard during that stretch: Marc Cohn and Don McLean. Naming characters is pretty fun. Natalie Whitmore, for example, was named after James Whitmore, who played Brooks in SHAWSHANK. Or maybe she wasn't; I don't remember at this point.
So far, the story has jack squat to do with ghosts or hauntings, but I don't really care anymore. I'm pretty set in my mind that the first day I miss writing in a row, I will never write again. And good riddance. What has it ever got me, these many, many, many hours of writing?
Sit-ups Today: 111
Sit-ups In August: 3970
Words Today: 1426
Words In August: 22,301
*Probably making sure the place he buried his wife or daughter was good and undisturbed, when I happened to jog by.
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