Woods Hole in late fall is a patchwork of clouds and coastal wind, with long stretches of afternoon sun. Rains have been heavy but not particularly cold. Also, the fireplace has been warm more often than not.
Here are the stats: roughly a month and a half in, I’ve now done 180 pages, a revised, reduced outline, plus a bunch of incidental exploratory material that will never see the light of day. I’m on track for 200 by the end of the month. I’m now projecting that to be about 1/3rd of the total material I’ll need for a first draft.
My hosts will be back for two weeks at the beginning of November between trips to South Georgia (the one near the South Pole, not the one with the racists and the peaches), and for that time I’m trying to arrange a stay on Nantucket. Turns out a week’s rental in Nantucket in November costs about what a nice one-bedroom costs in New York for a month.
Also, apparently they have kickbox bootcamp in Cape Cod too. However, unlike the one in Miami, this one mostly takes place in a strip mall next to a UPS store. The universe may be suggesting that I instead take up yoga with the moms and the bald-guy pony-tails.
Onwards and upwards with the arts.
