A faire Berkshire Saturday morning, Stroock's Books people. The sky is cloudy and a nice breeze is coming off the lake.
As usual the weather babe promised lots of rain last night, but very little fell. The Berkshire Mountains break up cloud formations, and Lake Buel resides in a bowl braced by a ridge on the southwest side.
Reinforcements arrived last night in the form of various sundry relatives, adding to the familial ambience of the house. We have plenty of room.
No interesting wildlife sightings yesterday.
The Thing(s).
Alright...alright now. We know where things are headed with Ireland. And we began another read through. The first two chapters, Intro and Protestant Violence are fine. The latter doesn't have a concluding scene. This is where we can insert a Heath House set up. Boom. World War 1990: Ireland is...70,000 words. 1 September....1 September.
No luck on any other fronts. We shall try again today. If we were to write To Liberate Mars, what would it look like? As we recall the initial assault lead by Admiral Maha Ganesan didn't go well. The Jai have bases on Mars and both moons...hmmm.
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