Divebombing...
Still working on book two - it's going slower than it should, I know. I still work in a few other works in between time. Yesterday I worked on Dithron's back story … I may perhaps use it somehow as a prologue to book one. I realize I've never let the reader know who Dithron really is and where he came from. And I don't like the idea of working into what I have in the chapters already. There's a book before this series that deals with him, but of course the reader would not have access to it at the time of this novel.
As part of our future plans, I've made environment a huge factor. I'm a writer who needs the proper inspiring environment around me and it's not here. I do try at times. Like yesterday, sat out back in the yard with notebook. Well, I managed to get out ten pages, but only about four in the backyard… nature didn't think I should be there, I guess.
Got friggin' divebombed! How's that for a good day outside? Sable didn't seem none too happy about it … almost acted like she was angry and would have jumped up and chomped on the bird if she could have reached the trees.
Now me and the birds are at war … you don't mess with a writer's notebook!
Anyways, I went out front for the rest of the time and worked - until the weird neighbors came around and the kids on the corner started lighting fireworks and disrupted the quiet.
Sigh! I miss the country …