On a cold and gray Wisconsin morn ...

When I headed to the gym this morning a little before six, it was about 44 [6.7 C] and dark. When I came out of the gym a little over an hour later, the sun was up and it felt colder. It actually wasn't, but I think the felt difference was the result of me being more awake after my workout. At any rate, it has felt pretty hibernal all day. Tonight it should dip to near freezing.

I did my library writing thing today, and one of the other NaNoWriMo participants joined me to write for a while. She had a couple of questions about NaNoWriMo's website, and I was happy that I could answer them. (Not always can, you know.) 

Today I got a lot done, although I feel at times that I am filling in back-story more than advancing the story itself. But hey! It's only Day 6. Admittedly, the Big Guy had created the whole world at this point in the process.

I'm sorry, but I'm not sure exactly what that graphic is supposed to represent. On the sixth day God created dinosaurs and humans? Well, although dinosaurs aren't mentioned by name, according to Genesis 1:24-27, on the sixth day God created every creeping (not creepy!) thing upon the earth as well as humans. (Male and female in this version of the story, unlike the one in Genesis 2 where God makes Adam first and then Eve as an afterthought.) The graphic pretty much implies that dinosaurs and humans roamed the earth at the same time, since they were created on the same day. I realize there are folks out there who believe that , but ... well, anyway. If you believe that story, my own books will be very easy to swallow. They are available on Amazon. Along with books, no doubt, that prove that humans and dinosaurs were best of pals.

Oh, yeah. "And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good. And the evening and the morning were the sixth day. But then God had second thoughts about the dinosaurs and sent a meteor to smite them." (Genesis 1:31 Updated)

The jury is still out on the humans.

At any rate, I may do a bit more on the novel later this afternoon, but for now the word count is at 26,948. The word for the day is crepuscular, relating to twilight. (Not the vampire thing.) The following is where I am in the story. BTW, remember that this draft will be radically edited and the words-of-the-day can and will be excised as necessary. My inner editor is on hold; it's not completely dead.

That night Hank’s folks took him to the Wackerlys’ house and made him tell Chanice’s parents. I understand that Mr. Wackerly lunged across the room and tried to grab Hank by the throat, but Hank dodged him and hid in the kitchen while Chanice and her mother grabbed the old man and dragged him back to his recliner. Mrs. Wackerly yelled for her son Will, who had played center on the football team and was strong as an ox. He wasn't the brightest ox on the team, but he did what he was told. She made him stand behind his father with his big farm boy hands on the old man’s shoulders throughout the rest of the interview.

At the end of which time, Hank and Chanice were engaged. Hank’s father used the Wackerlys’ phone to call the Baptist minister and arrange for a wedding the following week. They said goodbye to the Wackerlys, no one shook hands and the Ingrahams drove off under crepuscular skies.

My role as provider of the alcohol that proved Hank’s undoing came out in the yelling and screaming of accusations. Needless to say, despite what Hank and LuNella and I had planned, I was not going to be best man at his wedding.