Ah, August.
Why are you still so humid? Why are you sunny enough to burn and still lashing rain? Mostly, why are you so humid?
In other news, I shaved my head. It’s an excellent way to deal with the humidity, admire the shape of one’s skull, and avoid the hairdresser.
Writing Update
Faehunter is in Draft…3 or 4. A few sections have been rewritten so it’s a bit of a Schrödinger’s draft situation in there. I’m happier with it every time I run through and very pleased by the progress overall.
(Psst. Why are writers always cold? Because they’re surrounded by drafts.)
Madame Cutpurse has expanded by a few thousand words and, more importantly, by outlining the last two thirds. Extant has also grown by a few hundred words, and now includes something of a story outline. The pre-writing came to around 500 words, and I’m thinking it will finish at between 15,000 – 20,000 words.
(I want to get over 17,000 so that I can call it a Novella, but we shall see.)
You can learn more about my WIPs HERE!
Delights of August
The mead from June turned out to be neither undrinkable nor toxic, much to my absolute delight. I have been advised to Bottle It and Leave it Alone. These are my favorite things to do, particularly with emotions, but mead works too. I plan to try it in August next year and see what time does to the flavour.
I made cider. Don’t make cider. Cider is a problem and smells like rhino farts if you don’t get everything Just So.
In baking related news, I managed to perfect a recipe for chewy cookies. Brown sugar, an extra egg yolk (but only the yolk), and making them into a little ball that collapses as they bake. All three factors seem essential for getting the optimum crunch-to-chew texture, as well as baking them for 20 minutes.
Whether or not the cookie dough can cook from frozen, as claimed by the internet, is a test for another day.
Yours,
Elmswood <3
