So far this morning I’ve woken at four AM, drove through the darkness to arrive at my local Panera for a breakfast sandwich and coffee, and spent ten minutes helping someone get the wireless card in their computer running. Yes, I’m off and running, and it’s not even seven AM.
Now I have the earphones in and I’m listening to City to City, and Baker Street is playing and the day feels good. Never mind the fact that my right eye was bothering me again last night, making it difficult to do anything because my left eye was the only one that wasn’t all clouded up with junk and burning. Still, I worked on, because that’s how it goes, right? You work thought it, even if it means you feel like lying down and doing nothing but moan.
I managed to finish my school layout last night. This is something I started back before my Camp NaNo story started, and it was also something I’d need for the novel that follows. What you see to your right is the school grounds from the air: all the buildings, all the towers and walls, all the roads and trails, even a couple of lakes and springs and a large meadow. There are even a few things that, if you squint, you’ll see, like trees, covered stairs leading below, and a couple of graves. Yes, I said graves, because we have dead people hanging out at this joint. I know every point on this map, because I’ve pretty much lived with this place for a couple of years. Some might say I’ve lived in it, but what do they know?
But do I stop at what you can see? No. Because there’s always more to the picture than you can see . . .
I also designed the tunnel and basement system that runs under the school. It only makes sense: this place is right on the edge of the Atlantic Ocean, and during the winter you’re gonna get snow and cold and even a Storm of the Century every so often. When that happens you don’t want your kiddies walking a half mile through ankle-deep snow to their next class–ergo, tunnels. And basements where dangerous experiments are held, or where control rooms are set up, or where you have a lot of storage because you never know when you’ll need something.
There are only a couple of features that need adding, but I can get to that later. The Salem Institute of Greater Education and Learning is complete. All that remains is the writing of its tales.
Speaking of tales, I set up the Scrivener project for the short story I’m going to write. I’m going to start on that today at some point, and I do promise it’ll be a short story–which is why I used the short story template for my project. This isn’t going to be dragged out: it’s going to be quick and to the point. The story is really more about how one character takes to having to do “official” things, and it’s meant to be something of a character-building bridge than anything else. No great ideas will be developed; no terrors quelled; no threats extinguished. Just fun.
At some point this morning I’m going to head up north and get pictures of the Appalachia Trail. I discovered it’s about twenty minutes north of me, so I’ll drive to the point where it crosses the river and walk across. That way I can say I hiked the Trail.
Maybe I should bring my survival gear. You never know what dangers are lying in wait for me . . .