Most of our snow has melted, but we’ve been having so much rain, I’m going to need an ark to get around pretty soon. I’m ready for sun, flowers, warm temperatures, grilling out, and having some wine out on the patio – the patio that will probably require a wet vac to even make it habitable again.
I felt like I did pretty well with my work count last week, but when I added it up today, it wasn’t near what I’d thought – hoping I just can’t add and will recheck it again later. Anyhoo – I’m upping my word count per day and we’ll see what happens. You know how it is – sometimes the characters talk, and sometimes they’re on an extended coffee break – or at happy hour – or nursing the aftereffects of an extended happy hour.
My math for today is pretty simple. 3 + 11 = a couple of paragraphs from chapter 14. Cain has just had a pretty weird thing happen and he’s trying to figure it out.
What. The. Hell. What just happened? Was it paranormal? Just a very vivid dream? Did I sleepwalk and open the door to the attic myself?
With horror books and movies, I was fully aware of the rule stating the guy who checked on the weird noises coming from the basement/next room/outside alone never came back, so you could look at what I did next in a couple of ways. Either you could say I had a healthy curiosity about who or what kept opening the door and apparently lived in the attic, or I was a stupid moron with a death wish like the guy in the horror movies. Whatever you decided, I was just curious or stupid enough to make a trip up the stairs to the attic.