the magical number 3 ~

so i just realized that i have 33 days left to write this book ~ hmmm....

where did all the time go?

and so what am i doing? looking for 19th century moravian resources? and why?

that, and an email conversation with moomsy this morning about historical accuracy, offending the living and the dead, and writers who make silly choices (without the benefit of silly hats) has got me queasy. i need to stop frittering away on this dingbat and just hammer it out.

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( super boring notes about character studying )

the latest title in the running: In Pursuance of Said Conspiracy

picture of the day: (in the spirit of who's who, here's Ewing about that time). his pictures seem to show a man much older than his 36 years and he's kind of a rumpled dresser.



this shouldn't amuse me, but it does:
General Ewing was hit by a bus in 1896
and subsequently buried in yonkers.