The numbers offered were:
7
58
72
51
22
4
38
9
46
Yesterday morning I wrote down:
pony book
nonfiction book
and then went to a random number generator site and requested two numbers between 1 and 100.
The numbers generated were:
3, which I assigned to the pony book
and
57, which I assigned to the nonfiction book.
I then collected your numbers until midnight.
It was a tie until Sheaffer came along and tipped the scale toward the nonfiction book!
The most interesting part of this is that if you add up all the numbers, including the randomly generated numbers I assigned, you get 367.
If you add those numbers you get 16, and if you add those you get...
my most favorite and lucky number!
7
Which is commonly considered to be a spiritual number, and the nonfiction book is spiritual in nature.
I love it when things connect up so well.
Thank you all for helping me make a decision. It's exciting to be moving on with the next project!
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life and lessons on November Hill Farm
Saturday, July 11, 2009
finished the novel edits! now need your help!
Yesterday afternoon I finally, FINALLY, finished the edits on my third novel manuscript. As usual, I felt a little sad that I had come to the end of it, and while printing it out (I always keep a hard copy of the final draft), I got caught up reading passages as I waited for the pages to emerge from the printer.
For anyone who writes and has completed a novel or other book-length project, you know this feeling. It's an odd mixture of glee and emptiness. And it can happen any number of times with any given ms because sometimes what we *think* is the final draft isn't.
This particular ms is going off to a very particular reader, so until I actually box the thing up and get it in the mail I'm not completely done with it. And when it comes back with feedback I'll certainly be taking it up again, but for now, emotionally, I'm done.
Also as usual, about 15 minutes after I put the entire stack of pages into their box, The Next Book began to screech at me, in this case, two of them.
One is a middle grade novel that has been sitting in my head for several years. I have about 4 chapters and a lot of notes and an idea of where it's going.
The other one is nonfiction, has also been sitting in my head for a good while, and for that one I have about 150 pages done and every chapter is at least named and blurbed.
My resolution for 2009 was to go through these books, one at a time, in the order they came to me. This is murky with these two, though, as I can't quite remember which one came first, and I'm eager to work on both again. The thing I don't want to do is vacillate between them, getting a little bit done on one, and then another bit done on the other.
So today is about making a decision and then moving on with it.
To that end I'd like to do a little experiment. I'm going to assign random numbers to each project. If you want to help me out, sit quiet for a moment, let a number between 1 and 100 pop into your head, and then leave it in a comment. I'll see which one has the most numbers closest to those I assigned. I'm curious to see which one gets the most psychic "votes." :)
ADDENDUM: It occurred to me that I should probably not put the comments through until I get them all in, so that no one is influenced by reading previous commenters' numbers. I'm going to collect comments and numbers until midnight tonight (Saturday July 11) and then I'll post the comments and do the calculating. Thanks to all who have already left numbers - hopefully more folks will so I get a good "sample." :)
For anyone who writes and has completed a novel or other book-length project, you know this feeling. It's an odd mixture of glee and emptiness. And it can happen any number of times with any given ms because sometimes what we *think* is the final draft isn't.
This particular ms is going off to a very particular reader, so until I actually box the thing up and get it in the mail I'm not completely done with it. And when it comes back with feedback I'll certainly be taking it up again, but for now, emotionally, I'm done.
Also as usual, about 15 minutes after I put the entire stack of pages into their box, The Next Book began to screech at me, in this case, two of them.
One is a middle grade novel that has been sitting in my head for several years. I have about 4 chapters and a lot of notes and an idea of where it's going.
The other one is nonfiction, has also been sitting in my head for a good while, and for that one I have about 150 pages done and every chapter is at least named and blurbed.
My resolution for 2009 was to go through these books, one at a time, in the order they came to me. This is murky with these two, though, as I can't quite remember which one came first, and I'm eager to work on both again. The thing I don't want to do is vacillate between them, getting a little bit done on one, and then another bit done on the other.
So today is about making a decision and then moving on with it.
To that end I'd like to do a little experiment. I'm going to assign random numbers to each project. If you want to help me out, sit quiet for a moment, let a number between 1 and 100 pop into your head, and then leave it in a comment. I'll see which one has the most numbers closest to those I assigned. I'm curious to see which one gets the most psychic "votes." :)
ADDENDUM: It occurred to me that I should probably not put the comments through until I get them all in, so that no one is influenced by reading previous commenters' numbers. I'm going to collect comments and numbers until midnight tonight (Saturday July 11) and then I'll post the comments and do the calculating. Thanks to all who have already left numbers - hopefully more folks will so I get a good "sample." :)
Thursday, July 09, 2009
a long-awaited rainy day and quiet
I woke up to some rain this a.m. and was so happy to hear it. Even with the small rain we got last week everything has been dry. It's so dark out right now I have my desk lamp on!
Now if we can get more as the day goes on.
Dickens is hunkered down at the base of a tree in the front field. I'm not sure if he's guarding something he caught, monitoring something he's chased up the tree, or posting himself as a deterrent to the Cat Next Door, who sometimes crosses our field to get to the woods.
Moomintroll and Mystic are on the front porch, and the sisters are inside sleeping.
The Corgis are alternating between lying in the damp and coming in to sleep, and the horses and donkeys are in the barn munching hay after a night out on the pasture.
It's such a quiet day in this moment. The only sound is my typing.
It's rare for all the creatures who live here, including the humans, to be so quiet all at once.
Now if we can get more as the day goes on.
Dickens is hunkered down at the base of a tree in the front field. I'm not sure if he's guarding something he caught, monitoring something he's chased up the tree, or posting himself as a deterrent to the Cat Next Door, who sometimes crosses our field to get to the woods.
Moomintroll and Mystic are on the front porch, and the sisters are inside sleeping.
The Corgis are alternating between lying in the damp and coming in to sleep, and the horses and donkeys are in the barn munching hay after a night out on the pasture.
It's such a quiet day in this moment. The only sound is my typing.
It's rare for all the creatures who live here, including the humans, to be so quiet all at once.
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
marines using mules and donkeys in afghanistan
My friend and fellow blogger Kyle (visit his wonderful blog Metaphor) just posted the following in a comment on the War Horse post:
The Marines are using mules and donkeys to haul weapons and stuff in Afghanistan. There was a story in today's LA Times about them training here in California. Call me a pacifist, but I think it's time we humans fought our battles - or learned how not to - without involving other species.
I so agree, Kyle, and I am horrified. Who does one complain to about THIS?
The Marines are using mules and donkeys to haul weapons and stuff in Afghanistan. There was a story in today's LA Times about them training here in California. Call me a pacifist, but I think it's time we humans fought our battles - or learned how not to - without involving other species.
I so agree, Kyle, and I am horrified. Who does one complain to about THIS?
more july
This was a photo my son took last week that I saved for another look at July. This is Osage, aka Muffine Eloise, aka Muffiane, aka The Princess. You wouldn't guess it by their appearances OR their personalities, but she, Dickens E. Wickens, and Keats are full siblings.
She can often be found lying on her back on the lounge chair on our deck, or curled up in a sink somewhere inside the house. On the day the photo was taken, she had just had a Close Encounter of the Donkey Kind with young Redford, and decided, as cats will, that she liked being in a position of power, higher up on the fence.
I just found a wonderful quote over at Fjordwoman's blog. It expresses much of what I've been feeling lately:
A human being is part of a whole, called by us the Universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
-Albert Einstein
She can often be found lying on her back on the lounge chair on our deck, or curled up in a sink somewhere inside the house. On the day the photo was taken, she had just had a Close Encounter of the Donkey Kind with young Redford, and decided, as cats will, that she liked being in a position of power, higher up on the fence.
I just found a wonderful quote over at Fjordwoman's blog. It expresses much of what I've been feeling lately:
A human being is part of a whole, called by us the Universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
-Albert Einstein
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