A few of the turkey in my yard this week. This particular rafter had one tom, one immature jake, and 61 hens.
I'm grinding away on non-fiction. I revised my structure a little this week and expanded a couple sections. Basically, doing exactly the sort of thing that happens in fiction when we try to write closely to our outlines: we blow through them.
Good results though.
Writing non-fiction tightens your command of a subject. In my case, I've a large private library collection of topical volumes on the subject and have read all of them quite thoroughly. There is nothing like teaching material to others to make you increase your own command of a subject.
I'm having fun. Spring is coming (my turkey are playing the mating game) and while I received ten inches of snow this week, spring is around the corner. It'll be near 50 tomorrow.
I better get back to the ink.
Cold ink flows faster, just like blood.
Shoot a character for me. I'm jonesing for a good murder mystery.
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