Ken's weekend results

My plan for Friday, Sat, Sun was:

Writing plan = six hours on manuscript; three hours on research/planning MINIMUM. 

 I hit the minimum (pats self on back) but If I had to give myself a grade, I'd go for a B+. Even though I hit my goal I can't in good conscience give myself an A.  I kind of poked and prodded at different scenes, without having a sustained period of fresh typing, which really was my goal.  This happened both weekend days because I set my writing time for the evening and was spent by the time I got there. It seems, on the weekend, when I can write in the early afternoon, I should, for that is when my energy is at a peak. Exercise is great, but it needs to go either in the morning before writing, or after writing. And I know I put the writing last out of a fear of diving in, believing that I would writer better or more after getting jazzed with some exercise. Writing first - Writing first - Writing first. Did I mention Writing first?

Regardless, new writing software with which to approach Part I, a resurgence of Prelude to a Pysch Eval, a small jump in bringing the narrator closer to Carl's venacular, and a potentially better reason for Carl to avoid High Mountain all came into being.

Two hours of the research/planning (RP)came in the form of a hike up the cliffs on the west side of the Passaic downstream from The Falls. Snapped a number of pics, including the burnt out footprint of the Colt Gun Mill, which, obviously has to make an appearance. Also dawned on me that I need to sit down and do a detailed description of the falls from the lower park, as what I captured in Part III Scene 1 is way too vague. Since I have access to my autobiographical fictionalized locations, I should use them. The other hour RP was spent reading up on the mythology associated with the first day of spring in Sumeria, which marked the "planting of the barely" as opposed to the fall ritual which marked the "cutting of the barley." A reminder that Carl's draw to the Goddess myth is about getting back in synch with a natural order that has been lost as we made gains through technology. In Wiccan lore, the first day of spring is seen as the waking of The Goddess from her slumber during winter.