Today was all about playing catchup. The guest toilet is all reinstalled and functional. Some of the furniture is in place, and even the dogs are settling in well. Changes freak Otto out, but Frankie was fine from the first moments.
Last night, we went back to the fair. My brother-in-law and his wife were here, and the attraction was the Trace Adkins concert. This time we left in time to actually eat.
Pizza in a cone, what a great idea. It was fair quality, but with some effort, I have a hunch this could be great. I’m tempted to revisit this when I wake up Tituba this winter to use a sourdough crust. Just have to figure out how to bake it vertically somehow.
I also had an elephant ear. These are similar to what we used to call scones in my family. I skipped the honey and whatnot, because – beard.
My brother-in-law and I had multiple opportunities to sample the various beers on tap. The best one I had was Sam Adams’ Octoberfest.
We also went to see a gigantic pumpkin at seven-hundred and some-odd pounds. Hobbits could live in this thing, I swear. They also had some watermelons that could host quite a party if given the chance.
I always walk through the poultry barn, which also includes bunnies. The sampling wasn’t quite as impressive this year. None of the huge bunnies were there, but a couple of gigantic black roosters were pretty incredible.
The main attraction was this:
We had better seats than last night. If the truth be told, Adkins put on a better show than Joan Jett. She included a lot of music that nobody ever heard before. Adkins only included hit after hit. To give Joan credit, she got rained out and returned after they spent an hour squeegeeing the stage dry. It’s hard for me to admit, but that’s how I’m calling it.
Today, my wife and the in-laws decided to go shopping. Surprisingly, this was more for them than my wife. (When does that ever happen?) Being the lazy bum I am, I decided to stay home.
This allowed me to work the radio interviews forward a bit. I have a bunch of data floating around in cyberspace about these, but nothing lined up for Thursday. I got thirty applicants when I asked for guests. I sent all of them a questionnaire. I tried to send out the initial shticks four at a time, because I just couldn’t do thirty all at once. Some of them went silent when they got the questionnaire. Some went silent after getting the shtick (When I’d already invested some effort in them.) I have more to get to, and some of this situation is of my own creation. There are some who returned the questionnaire, but I haven’t done the next phase. I will, I just couldn’t do them all at once.
Right now, it is what it is. There may, or may not, be a guest post on Thursday. I will probably work up a couple of more tomorrow, but I like them to feel fresh and not like a chore.
I used some of my time to add about 1800 words to The Hat too. Today was all about planting data that would payoff disaster later. At this rate, I should hit the midpoint disaster somewhere around 20K words. If you extend out, that brings this in at about 40K. I think that qualifies as a novella. We’ll see how it all goes. I know I have some white page syndrome going on and can address some of that in edits.
Tomorrow is going to be kind of a bust on new fiction. I have some other things to do, so spare moments are better dedicated to more interviews. I’m off Monday and have high hopes.