Nothing Earth-shattering has happened since my last post, except for Trump becoming...ugh, I can't even say it. Still trudging along on Lake One. My interest in writing has perked back up again, but we'll see for how long. I've been working more on the historical society's Facebook page more than my own writing, though not at the amount I previously said I would like to do. We have other admins on the page that contribute interesting pictures and stories so we share the work. Which is fine by me. It has become quite popular and to keep up that popularity we try to post something new at least once a week. Once a week is good enough to not inundate our readers with too much which would in turn lead to them unfollowing us. Don't want that to happen!
In the nearly 150 years our town has been a town, there's a lot of history to share, so I doubt we'll run out of material any time soon. With the discovery of microfilm of our town's newspaper at the library the next town over, it opened a Pandora's box of interesting information and history. We're pretty stoked about that!
I'm on chapter 15 with Lake One right now. I was going to go a certain way with it when I finally reached it, but after some research I realized I could not do what I wanted to, and it might be for the best. This new approach I've been brainstorming at home and at work all day today is making me think this will be much better than I originally intended. At least I hope so and I don't end up writing myself into a corner. Discovery writers, anyway!
Oh, and I have a new cat since I last wrote. My best bud, Jake, passed away in November last year. A past surgical area to his intestine closed back up and even though the new surgery went well, he never came out from the anesthesia. I adopted a new kitty I found online from an animal shelter. He's a Russian Blue I named Ivan, and he's quite something. Loves to talk. And eat. And eat. And talk. And eat. He's a bit squishy, and with his thick, plush fur he's so soft. For the first month of having him he did not stop meowing at night, and I threatened him I'd take him back to the shelter if he didn't shut up (my threats of course did not phase him), but after a while he finally settled down and now I sleep most of the night. He still likes to wake me before the alarm goes off most mornings.
I am not impressed, human.
I have nothing else so until next time...