write an entire book in June 2006, preferably about marmotry

I was in the middle of the sixth chapter and taking a break from my writing to stay in touch with all the 43 thingers. I was having an extremely difficult time uploading anything. Then I found out why. AOL was giving me another batch of “updates” against my will.

The next thing that happened was my computer restarted against my will (supposedly to make the new updates go into effect). This had already happened a few times already. Aol softwarre takes control over a few areas of your computer (including recording all of your offline activity as well – letters, books, research papers, charts graphs, it records them all. Even when not online it is always running in the background).
Then it restarted again, then again, then again. Just for the heck of it I went out and made some more knives and came back in three hours later. It was still restarting.

I had to call a pc doctor. The problem turned out not to be a virus, as I had suspected, except for the virus that is called AOL. Their antivirus program got a little too vigorous. In trying to remain in control of my computer, it got impatient that I was using the thing, so it went inside and “crowned” my slave hard drive as king, or master. It started transferring program files to run its software to the second drive. This inturn confused windows because it couldn’t determine anymore which drive was the master, so it kept restatrting to try to find it.

Everything had to be wiped from my computer and reinstalled. They were able to save much of my information, but much also was lost. The sixth chapter of my book was lost forever (but at least I have the other five). It took them a week to get it back to me too, so there was precious writing time gone. They were real busy because AOL has been destroying alot of computers lately.

Of course I did not have my AOL software reinstalled. I’m using something else now; something that doesnt download its additional material all the time. I can just check my e-mail from their web site. I will be changing e-mail though.

When I did get it back there was only one day till I would go to cloquert till the 4th of July.

I’m glad at least that I didn’t have a number of words requirement to this goal. For the sake of the team, I can declare the end of chapter five as the end of book one, as it is a great place for a break in the story. I’m still going to finish this story, and maybe in July. For the team Rouenpucelle, I’m declaring it done.

I couldn’t write an entire book in June 2006, but I was able to do equally wonderful things, like “see more of the heavens with my ocelli!” How many people could do that one? Huh?

This book is just consuming me. I wonder If this is the way Händel felt when he composed an entire major work in a mere 17 or 18 days (I can’t remember how long it was exactly, but it sure was quick).

Not too bad for nine days work, eh.

But I can’t give anymore hints about what happens. Sorry.

and 23,339 words.

There will be no problem at getting 50,000 words at the rate I’m going. The problem will be finishing the book in that short a time.

I had no idea how many words I was using. I’m thinking it will be more like 100,00 words to satisfactorily finish the book.

I’m at 45 pages. It’s the middle of the fifth chapter.

Woo hoo! I’ve never written this fast before. I guess I could use deadlines a little more often.

And it turned out to be longer than I thought it would be. That’s okay. In my last book I had a whole seven chapters that I didn’t know would be there.

BTW the heroine has now met bigfoot, but was perplexed to find out that he’s really from a race of aliens, and that he picked up the filthy habit of chewing snuff from the Finnlanders in the northern Minnesota lumber camps. She was impressed though that he made a pair of particle blasters from the exhaust pipes and battery cable of a logging truck.

And no. Nobody believed the log truck driver’ story.

Our heroine has just been rescued from herself due to a bad camping fiasco, and is just about to be introduced to Sasquatch by a wildman that ran away from society in 1794.

my novel spans a period of twenty-five years. I spent two hours last night and this morning choosing one date for one event within the twenty-five year story. Is this ever going to be finished???

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