I loved The Weekend Novelist, but every time I tried to write that way, I'd just stop. It wasn't any fun to do it that way. Finally, I realized that, and started just noting Things I Want in a Novel. My brain's very N of the N versus S thinking variety of the Meyers-Briggs, plus I'm a T, so I love playing connect-the-dots with disparate data in the privacy of my own brain. I love huge systems, things that fold into themselves like reality origami, so listing things this way really has sparked something. It's neat. Reflects the kinds of novels and plots I like, too, where there are lots of different things that finally come together. I was happiest coordinating the plot lines of a couple dozen authors into something that could still appear coherent. It'll be interesting to see if I can emulate something like that.
Jet and I played with water, stones, and noodles outside for lunch. He ate half a package of ramen by stuffing it all into his mouth with both fists. I guess he was hungry. After drinking all the soup his poor, stuffed nose finally ran clear, and he went down for a very, very deep nap. We're still going to the rec. center tonight, we'll see what shape he's in before taking him swimming, but he really seems to miss it.
I managed to walk a lot during the vacation. Now about at 43 miles, not as fast as many, but good enough for me. It's funny, on the way to looking at the challenge page there was this poll asking which of the characters I'd most want to meet. Oddly, though perhaps it ties into the first paragraph, I wouldn't want to meet any of them, I'd fall in love with too many of them and know it wouldn't be returned. *wry grin* So it is