Daily life: Unwitting research for a novel, my criminal ancestor, and June wordage

"Brain: Look at this plot twist I just came up with! It's so great!

"Me: It's unsolvable.

"Brain: That's what makes it GREAT!

"Me: You do realize that, as the author, I have to solve it?

"Brain: SO GREAT!"

--Stephanie Leary.

Grist for the mill
29 June 17

Turns out there's a homemade recipe for electrolyte water.

I discovered this last Monday evening, in between visits to the bathroom, while making desperate forays into medical books as I tried figure out whether food poisoning merited a trip to the emergency room.

The vomiting only lasted one evening, but despite my best efforts to stay hydrated (I didn't have to resort to the homemade recipe; I had concentrated electrolyte water on hand), my mind fell into the same state that it did last year, shortly before I went delirious in the ambulance, followed shortly thereafter by the ER doctor telling me, "If we don't restore your electrolyte balance, you're going to have a heart attack."

(Why she was trying to explain this to me while I was still delirious I have not been able to figure out. The only conclusion I have been able to reach is that I sound deceptively coherent when I'm delirious. There are disadvantages to acquiring a large vocabulary at an early age.)

This time, knowing what the cause of my state of mind was, I kept drinking electrolyte water. It took several days before my mind was back to normal and I was no longer mixing up my homonyms. (According to my former family doctor, I'm supposed to use multiplication - not spelling - to gauge the state of my mind. Presumably this works for anyone who's normally good at multiplication.)

The end result of all this was a new chapter in "Search for the Jackal" (The Three Lands), in which one of the characters drinks bad water, vomits for hours, and ends up delirious and in danger of dying. I even slipped in the recipe for homemade electrolyte water. Everything in my life is grist for the mill.

My criminal ancestor
30 June 2017

Here he is, as described by my father at his blog about our family history. We have our fair share of liars among our ancestors, but this one excelled: He got away with describing himself as having been "in the British Navy." Turns out that he spent seven years in a prison hulk on the Thames.

June wordage
1 July 2017

41,126 words. Jeez.

I actually met my monthly goal of 20,000 words in a grand total of two days this month: on June 15, when I wrote 11,919 words, and on June 22, when I wrote 10,323 words. The rest was icing on the cake.

I'm now two months ahead of myself in finishing my 2017 goal of 240,000 words, which is just as well, as things are going to get hectic once I launch my business, which I hope to do in the first half of July.


June 2018



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