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I thought I would spring back into writing this week …

I came back from my Charleston trip refreshed and rested, ready to write. Only of course getting in at 7 Monday night, I limited Tuesday to blogging and attending to bills and such — I knew I wouldn’t be on top of anything more challenging

(Photos are from a visit to the Charleston Tea Garden, which was very cool).

Wednesday and Thursday I got back into the swing of things. I sent off two stories, “All Happy Families” and “Mage’s Masquerade,” the first submissions since a year ago. I started work on the Local Reporter story due at the end of the month. And I reread the 40 percent of Let No Man Put Asunder that I haven’t worked on yet. I wanted to refresh my mind about what came next so I could structure the story better.

As I thought, there are several characters, including the mercenaries Peacock and Mountebank, who drop out of the story. I’ll have to work them back in. I still need to strengthen Mandy’s character arc (also a problem I was aware of). The climax needs a massive reworking; fortunately I have the new climax already in mind. I’m also unsure whether to set this up as a duology, my original concept, or leave it reasonably standalone with options for a sequel.

I’d intended to start the next bit of rewriting today; didn’t happen. After several nights of rough sleep, I made up for it by oversleeping, which threw me off. A bigger problem is that while I’ve diagnosed the problems with the story, I haven’t figured out the remedy. I think my mind needs to process a little more. So today wasn’t as productive as I expected. Next week maybe — but I have a lot of Local Reporter work to do, and some household IRL duties. We’ll see.

Over at Atomic Junk Shop I wrote about what supervillains think about their portrayal in comic books, And songs that make me wonder what happened after the last lyric.

(The warning sign is because the tea fields include cottonmouth, rattlers and coral snakes).

In other news, the dogs are over their digestive issues and in great shape. Trixie missed me while I was gone and was happy to have me back. Here’s a photo of my little angel and one of her toys to wrap up the week with.

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That endless Amtrak ride into the night …

Earlier this year, my sister Tracy proposed she, me and my brother Craig have a vacation somewhere. Craig and I agreed. After some discussion, we settled on Charleston SC for the destination. I didn’t want to drive — four hours when I don’t know where I’m going or what sort of traffic/intersections/merging I might be facing didn’t suit me at all. Flying would be at least $500 and that’s with 30 to 45 minutes to change planes in Charlotte NC. TYG suggested Amtrak, I said hmmm. Sure enough it would only be $160 round trip, leave around 10 AM, get in at 5PM.

Well before I boarded the train last Thursday, Amtrak had extended my stopover when I change trains to five hours, so I was now getting in around 10PM. Still better than flying, particularly with all the chaos lately. I showed up at the Raleigh station —

— where we learned the train would be delayed by a half-hour. Annoying but not a huge disaster; I’d still make my connection and what difference did it make which station I delayed at? The same held true as the delay grew and grew before we finally left a little before 1 PM. However the delays did make me frustrated.

We finally pulled in at Wilson NC, a sleepy little Southern town with a small, old-fashioned station.

According to a sign by the train tracks, Wilson is NC’s “first gigabit city.” Sleepy though it looks, it launched a city owned broadband network to provide residents with Internet access. Which is cool. That part of Wilson, though, was not that exciting to sit in for several hours. The drug store across the street was literally selling nothing but prescription and OTC drugs; the cafe was closed. I’d eaten a large breakfast and brought some snacks but by that point in the day, I wouldn’t have minded a small cafeteria. No such luck.

And then my second train got delayed too. And delayed. And delayed. Until finally we left 90 minutes late, with a corresponding impact on my arrival time. And riding a largely empty train in the pitch-black night is not much fun.

The ride back was smooth so I don’t think Amtrak’s become enshittified — perhaps I just caught them on a bad day? I did make it Charleston, regardless, and had a wonderful time. More photos to come.

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