I recently found out that my house is much older than I had thought. Now I’m convinced that it’s also haunted. This is what I saw when I got up this morning. The chair hadn’t been used in a couple days and the footrest was down. How did it pop up overnight? The lever that releases the footrest is something that takes effort to work. You can’t just bump into it and release the footrest, and there’s no way my pets could have done it.
Strange… and mysterious. o_O
Dug up more trees today and watched the Lions lose.
I decided that no matter how tired I am, I’ll write at least one hundred words a day. That should prevent the train from going off the tracks. I like trains.
Dug up trees today, to sell. Got home in time to watch the last quarter of the Michigan game. Watching the Red Wings now and having beer.
When I started this novel, I felt really good about the story I had in mind. I was excited about it. Though I wasn’t hitting high marks, I got in something every day for the first few days. And then I got distracted and didn’t work on it for about a week.
Right now my biggest distraction is the process of buying my house. It’s a little frustrating and a little scary. I’m constantly worried that something will go wrong and we won’t be able to close the deal. I just want to get it over with so I can relax. We’re expecting to close some time in December.
Anyway, after a week of not getting any work into the new novel, I got back to it yesterday, and I got in some more today. But now I can barely remember where I was going with the story. It’s like I lost the story. I feel like I’m just pushing it along because I want to finish what I started.
The moral here is, when you start a novel, work on it every day, even if you’re just getting in a little bit. That way you’re less likely to lose the story you set out to write.
I never doubted that construction sites are dangerous, but I don’t think I put much thought into how dangerous they are or what the dangers are. Wendy S. Delmater goes into all that in Confessions of a Female Safety Engineer.
Wendy was a safety manager who did much of her work in New York City. It was her job to make sure construction sites were run safely. She made sure that crews working on skyscrapers had fall protection, that gases, chemicals and oxygen were stored properly, she took steps to make sure crews did not have to work in areas with lead. What I just listed there is only a small percentage of what Wendy had to deal with on the job.
She was a couple blocks down the street, standing on the sidewalk when the Twin Towers collapsed on 9/11. Although that’s not really what the book is about, Wendy’s account of what happened on that day really drives home how terrible it was. It was bad enough for those who saw it on TV. Imagine if you were on the sidewalk, not far from the Towers.
I feel like I learned a lot from Confessions of a Female Safety Engineer. It’s a very interesting read and it gave me a better idea of what it’s like working construction in a big city like New York City.
A hard book to put down.