Blog

Incubating? Yeah, that’s it!

You win this round, day job!

There will be no writing or cataloging of pictures tonight. Instead, there will be some glazed viewing of Fellowship of the Ring, followed by paper checking. Maybe not even paper checking. Students can’t read their grades if I drool on them.

The all day meeting schedule. Not recommended. I’ll try to administer the writer’s secret handshake with y’all again tomorrow.

Meanwhile, just imagine how cool that action scene will be when the Troll story is published in two years…

Catherine

Troll Verbage, Coming to Denver

Tomorrow I lay the pipe for big action. I’ve started with a strong action sequence, and moved into several establishing bits, and now I need to pull the readers back in for some excitement. This sequence will probably need a lot of rewrites, but I’m looking forward to writing it, as I get to feel out the third (and the fourth!) parties in the book. Also, it moves the kids to the forefront, as the adults will become, shall we say, indisposed.

Bryon’s working on the computer tonight, installing some software. That means what I have for you is word count, but no pictures. We’ll get back to those as soon as possible.

12249 / 90000 words. 14% done!

***

Finally, you might have noticed from my Appearances page that I will be in Denver this weekend at Starfest. We plan to visit some friends, and while I won’t be there in any authorly capacity, I’d be happy to meet any of you who lived in the area and were so inclined.

***

It’s probably time to revisit that Death by Drowning short story concept I have too, since Abyss and Apex is open for submission in May. Yup.

Norwegian Basket of Goodies

Happiest of Easters to those of you who celebrate, religiously or secularly!

I lost yesterday’s work in revision, due to sloppy saving on my part, so yesterday was doing that again, and moving a bit forward. Today was all new. I thought that this would be a nice bit to share. Grant and his brother David are saving a kid on the bus from bullies.

Grant knew what they saw wasn’t a gray troll with wings and a midnight blue troll about seven feet tall. Their grandparents probably would. But what the boys did see were the two Heierdahl brothers. The rumor was that they bench pressed bulls on a regular basis. Gunnhild also had the reputation of being an amazon, and had been teased about it in elementary school. Exactly once.

Revised one scene, added a new scene.

12128 / 90000 words. 13% done!

***

I didn’t post yesterday because Bryon bought a new Mac, and he’s been setting it up and reloading data. Today, I was able to play with the galleries again. Here’s today’s post about the modifications in America to the Norwegian home, and Norwegian furniture wood work in general.

s640x480

You might remember that I mentioned how the Norwegian home was bright and painted, and generally had intricate woodwork. Norwegian immigrants translated their bright painting into intricate wood working entirely. New designs found different colors of wood inlaid with each other, and works of arts graced the homes. In future entries, I’ll go into further depth with some of this wood working, as well as the transformation of rosemaling in the new country.

The gallery here shows you some of the intricacy of the work.

Troll Gallery the First: Norwegian Home

The first gallery is up! These are Vesterheim pictures from the from the Norwegian home exhibit.

Interesting points?

1. Notice that everything is colorful, coated with rosemaling. A minster’s wife who visited Norwegian immigrants in the states thought that their homes were garish, because of all the colors.

2. Elaborate woodwork? You betcha, even though the home at the Vesterheim is a farm house.

3. Not so many rooms. Actually, a three-generation family lived in two rooms.

4. Beds by the fire. Because, yup, that’s heat.

5. Notice–stone hearths!

Here’s all of the pictures.

***

Today the troll story underwent trimming, rather than gaining. The new leaner Weight Watchers version of the story is represented in tonight’s word count.

11315 / 90000 words. 13% done!

Grant and His Mom

Grant tumbled down the wooden stairs, passing the family portraits on the wall. He grabbed his coat from the hall stand, and crossed the soft carpet of the living room to the kitchen door. Peering round the doorway, he saw his mom flipping pancakes. “David’s on bowl patrol.”

“I knew that,” said Elin.

Grant smiled lopsidedly. “Come on, Mom,” said Grant. “Go with the illusion of normalcy.”

Elin lifted the bubbling batter with a blue plastic spatula. “Sure. How many pancakes do you want?”

Grant knew very well she knew. “Fifteen.”

“I saw you eating five. David’ll spill his orange juice, so I’d sit across from him if I were you.”

“Thanks for the tip.” Grant padded back across the living room, slipped his Adidas on, and headed out into the yard.

***

Word count remains about the same, because there was some whacking of dead wood.

11663 / 90000 words. 13% done!

Since I posted Jennifer’s interview tonight, I’ll work on photo galleries tomorrow. I have a day off work tomorrow, so I hope to get to some of that tomorrow night, because I’ll be doing most of my drafting during the day.

Catherine