Chapter one is in the cabinet of awesomeness, and I’m staring down chapter two today of book 12. The dialog I got sketched out yesterday, and after thinking about it all night, it feels skimpy to me. I do two things, and three would be more solid. So this morning, I’m looking it over and trying to decide if I’m being lazy (or anxious to get to other stuff) by skimming over a possible chance to add more action, or if I would be adding action just for action’s sake. Maybe it’s not a skimpy chapter, but a clean, concise one that has only what I need and no more? (laughing at myself now. I can justify with the best of them.)
But it feels like I’m skimping. If I can find a way to wedge some action in that makes Rachel think about one of the issues she’s going to be dealing with, or use a magic that she’ll need later, then it’s no longer gratuitous. Decisions, decisions.
Also, I took a look at the projected temps from here till June 1st, and decided to put my annuals and veggie garden in. It’s a bit early, but we’ve apparently shifted planting zones. It is amazingly hard to trust that, even when I believe it down to the souls of my dirt-soiled feet. I sort of understand Stonehenge better, or at least the human need to harness what we can of the seasons. Gardening is hard enough without having to guess when the last frost is. And to have someone tell you that it’s shifted, even when you believe it, is hard.