Happy birthday! Celebrating the big Three-Oh!! Hmm. This book really isn’t going to write itself. Multisportical
Hey, congratulations on getting back into the writing! I don't think I need to remind you of all the various techniques you may use to get the writing done, except for that quality thing.
By Andrew Shellshear, at
2:43 PM
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Little brother Jimbo is now officially capital-O Old, hitting a senescent 30 years old today. Let’s all wish him the very best by reminding him that he is, in fact, very very old now. And by buying him stuff. He likes stuff.
Late breaking Jimbo update: I just talked to him on the phone. He’s still working at Repco for a few more days. He’s spending most of his birthday picking up garbage. Send him your love and sympathy.
Hit the book again last night, thanks to two separate motivators: one, Fiona got wind from Evan of the terms of our novel-writing bet, the loser of which, he implies, is required to rub live fish on his groin (I honestly cannot conceive of making a wager with such a grotesque penalty, however I freely concede I may have been foolish enough to allow him to name the terms); two, last night’s end-to-end news coverage of the Greek victory in the European Champions Cup, it happened to be reported that there are 40 days to go to the opening of the Athens Olympics. One quick calculation later revealed that if I write 500 words a day from then until now, I will arrive at a reasonably respectable total of 85,000 words for the first draft of The Attempted Novel (which really, really needs a better working title than Bard Wars).
Last night I wrote one 850 word scene. Tonight I may write have to write another. Come on, Sense of Procrastination! The Deadline is calling you out! Bring it on!
Our new multisports team, “Next Week for Sure”, played its first game last Thursday. Soccer. All things considered, we did pretty well. Alistair and Chris are impenetrable goalies; Christine is a champion defender (she remembers to stay back and defend, Greece-like in her tactical genius); Kate and Sue are fearless sweep-strikers (an indoor soccer net is not really large enough to differentiate these positions); Ian and I are decent passers and hopeless chokers when it comes to scoring. All in all, exhausting fun was had, and we did, in fact, win 3-1 (and Kate only let a goal in after she had been hit in the back of the head by the crossbar of the goal net, so that one doesn’t count).
This week: netball. I still have never touched a netball. Could be tricky.
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Anyway, good luck.
