There'a a party going on in my head right now. Why? Well, the biggest and best news is that Hunter, Book 3 of The Great Man series was finished late yesterday afternoon.
Everybody dance now!
At 106 543 words, it falls short of the expected 110 000, but man it feels good to be finished the book! It'll be even better when I've finished the series, but that won't be for another year I don't think. I have to write two more books and rewrite another. All the same, come payday, I am buying myself some wine and celebrating! In the meantime, I'm celebrating by not writing for the rest of the month (yeah, right! Let's see if I can actually hold off that long...). It's the small things that make life worth the living.
Six books is a fairly long series, and is, frankly, a lot of work. Thank heavens I love writing!
Outside of writing, life is going along much as it always does. My terrible, yet hilarious luck had righted itself by the time the Wutan Lion Dance troupe gathered and performed. It was a high-profile occasion, with Canadian dignitaries and an ambassador or two. I shook hands with many politicians. There really was only one I much liked. I'm not naming any names.
The dance actually went very well. Again I was demoted from cymbal-player to extra body. Luckily, there was one duty I was able to perform, and it wasn't pulling a cart around! I collected the New Year's blessing banner near the end of the performance. Go me!
Actually, this was one occasion where I wouldn't have minded being in the lion. When we first arrived there were so many video cameras... I hate having my photo taken, let alone being filmed. At least being in the lion, I wouldn't be able to see the crowds, and the cameras, and the reporters, and the video crews...
Excuse me. I just shuddered.
All the same, Wutan Lion Dance will be in a couple of papers, I'm sure. This is a good thing for the group, and, despite having to have my photo taken with several politicians (not to mention being in the background of countless other shots), and being filmed, I'm rather stoked about it.
Alright, I ought to go and... do nothing... Here's your Forgotten English word:
This punishment, which is called running the gantlet, is seldom inflicted except for crimes as will excite a general antipathy among the seamen, as on some occasions the culprit would pass without receiving a single blow, particularly in cases of mutiny or sedition.
- William Falconer's Universal Dictionary of the Marine, 1771
From Ghent and Dutch loopen, to run, because the punishment was first inflicted in that place.
- Joseph Waorcester's Dictionary of the English Language, 1881