It’s warm this evening and a storm is blowing in apparently. Freezing rain tomorrow and Christmas day, which makes me a bit concerned about getting back here. I felt like I should spend Christmas with the family since they seemed to want that, especially the kids, but I am reluctant to be stuck Christmas day while the water rises in the creek and I can’t cross to come back. I realized today that I forgot my camera at their place, so I have a reason to go there besides Christmas, but we’ll see how it goes.
I did some editing on my second novel this evening, In Light of Ray, and I think it stands as it is. I need to check some things, and there is some awkward wording, but the movement of the novel seems to work. Unfortunately, the girl Weed enters the novel late, for the sections with her in them are the most poignant, but since she is part of what our narrator misses, she needs to arrive late in the action. Not a lot of dialogue either, since it is written as a confessional letter, but I see little I can do about that as well. It makes sense for how the novel is constructed. I will fix it on the next novel.
Other than sleeping in, walking to the creek and moving the rope in preparation for the heavy rain, and editing, I did little of note today. It was warmer, and there are a few new tracks around, a confirmation on the grouse under the snow I saw near the hill on the way here, and what looks like a mink. Too large a track to be a weasel, and yet the two repeated tracks almost a metre apart. There is another track I didn’t recognize, either a raccoon or a porcupine, but I didn’t have my camera for a picture.
