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Posted on 08/07/2007 7:52:15 AM PDT by HairOfTheDog
Welcome to The Hobbit Hole!
Sing hey! for the bath at close of day
That washes the weary mud away!
A loon is he that will not sing:
O! Water Hot is anoble thing!
O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain.
and the brook that leaps from hill to plain;
but better than rain or rippling streams
is Water Hot that smokes and steams.
O! Water cold we may pour at need
down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed;
but better is Beer, if drink we lack,
and Water Hot poured down the back.
O! Water is fair that leaps on high
in a fountain white beneath the sky;
but never did fountain sound so sweet
as splashing Hot Water with my feet!
Did you get cat-cussed?
They’ve slunk off and hidden, yeah.
Pups are happy though.
That’s nice of you to take the kids to let the parents have some ‘hot tub’ time. *wink wink*
Glad you had a safe trip home! Now, where are the pictures! ;o)
Additionally, I like the kids :) Definitely a win-win. Actually, they like me too: a win-win-win.
Hey welcome home! I hit the skies myself tomorrow. Quick trip to Ally-bammey.
Will you come back with a banjo on yer knee?
Whatcha goin’ to Alla-bammey fer?
I’m still researching poisons and drugs and stuff. Heh...did make me a teeny tiny bit nervous when I started searching for digoxin poisoning and the first things that popped up were articles about a woman who got busted for poisoning her husband, in part because her computer showed recent searches for fatal dosages of various medications.
Luckily I have no such plans...except in fiction, of course.
Is it November yet?
I’m finding that more research is must making my story more difficult. Since I chose South Carolina, set in roughly the last 50-60 years, I can’t avoid the issue of desegregation.
Actually, I don’t want to ~avoid~, but I don’t want that to be the primary focus. That’ll be tricky because there’s enough info there to keep me going for a good while if I get stuck on the word count.
bet I know where yer goin'...
One thing that I need to keep reminding myself is that *most* authors fudge the details a little. You don’t need to tell the reader that it takes x amount of a poison to work, for example. They don’t typically care. And for that matter, there aren’t a whole lot of people out there who will say, “Hey, that’s not possible, I happen to *know* that a fatal amount of x would taste too strong to be hidden in a cup of coffee!”
Plus it’s NaNo, and doesn’t need to be anywhere near good or accurate. But I still want to know, ya know?
I’m also trying to think of ways someone could be framed for a poisoning, besides just a few fingerprints on the bottle. So there’s that.
The pulse is non-nuclear in origin, aka NNEMP. It caused by a meteroid that broke up above the town, showering the whole area with glowing crystalline nodes and disabling all electronic devices. No phone. No modern cars (though I think there may be a Model T in town that works just fine). No water (rivers and lakes are currently flooded, and the wells in this area are over 145 feet deep). No ATVs. No TV, no radio, no internet. There are four roads in and out of town, and all four are impassably blocked, one way or the other.
The building that housed the cop shop and various municipal services, including volunteer fire department and the mayor's office, took a direct hit from a softball-sized chunk of crystal and stone. The whole building collapsed.
And now the real bad guys are coming ...
But are they nekkid?
Space Camp! Wheee!
You don’t really have to explain much because it’ll be normal to the characters. There might be a racially-charged event and it could be true to the character to not react much at all.
Well, the most obvious way to frame someone is to use their prescription medication as the poison. Or steal their credit card and use it to buy the poison and then replace it without their knowing.
Hey! Yer awake!
I only woke up a little earlier than usual. Talon’s been up for hours.
Sheesh, why isn’t it light yet? I hate going to work in the dark.
Me, too. That's the most dreary part about the winter. It's dark when I leave for work, it's dark when I get home. The only time I see my house in daylight is on the weekends. *sigh*
I’m trying to figure out what I missed at work... and realizing how much I have to do before NaNo. Ack. And my plot’s not even finished.
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