This morning I tried out the new walking work station (with my keyboard resting on the tray on the new treadmill in my workout location).
And it went swimmingly. While walking on the treadmill, I wrote approximately 1500 words of fiction in two back-to-back 45-minute bouts, some amount of nonfiction (haven’t counted that yet), and listened to part of the audiobook of Laurence Gonzalez’ Everyday Survival. Then I took a walk in the 11-degree weather to go do my errands.
The groove is back, my friends, the groove is back. The root canal two days ago worked its magic, and I am no longer sick. Which is pretty damned wonderful, except I just lost 5-6 months of high quality production.
I am not going to think about that now, because I have another NaNo excerpt hot off the press!
Across the sky, as his eyes adjusted to darkness, Hernan could see the glorious spill of the Road of the Stars. From here they stared into the heart of the galaxy, a great spiral wheel, a fluid whose particles were stars. “You’ll be there soon enough,” Yasmin said, with a trace of envy. “Commissions are announced tomorrow.”
He nodded, and recited silently, What Luck gives us, we don’t refuse. Not that it was wholly a matter of chance, but so many human tugs and forces made it look that way sometimes.
“So, if it’s not imposing to ask, what position did you put in for?”
“Ship’s Engineer,” he said, “and failing that, planet-side in the Shipyard at Karisalay-Prime.”
“Ah,” she said. “No ambition to be Captain, then?”
He could guess that was what she had wanted. And apparently not gotten, if she were a near-exact contemporary of Martisset the Younger. Three Captains were appointed out of that class, and none of them were Yasmin. A new Ship had been commissioned at the same time, and the Ship’s Engineer and Ship’s Doctor were usually cousins of the Captains, if such hailed from Sarronny. As far as he’d been able to tell in his reading, Sarronny Crews were kinship units, and that impression was confirmed by what Melisand had told him about the youth-draft. Brothers, sisters, cousins, sometimes young aunts or uncles, were all taken up together.
“You don’t want to be lonely on the Road of the Stars,” Melisand had said.
And after all, she was talking about a lifetime Aboard-Ships. Starship service was one of Sarronny Dome’s treaty obligations to the Inhabited Worlds.
Yasmin didn’t appear to take his silence amiss, so he continued to say nothing. He admired the beauty of the night, the path of moonlight on the water of the Inland Sea, and imagined what Melisand, Timur, Xue, and Mattei were doing, along with the other Sarronny cadets. Three was a quorum for a dancing-circle (the drum, the dance, and the song), but the circle would be full tonight.
The breeze caressed his face, and he closed his eyes and sighed. It was cooler, but just as sweet, as the one that had passed over them that morning.