I'm well. I didn't write yesterday. At all. I decided to give myself the day to rest, read, watch a T.V. show (during my lunch hour), daydream and other miscellaneous things.
You know what I've discovered?
Taking a day off when I'm neither worn out nor finished is an incredibly boring, unsatisfying thing to do.
So it's back to writing for now. If I finish this book this month, that means that the whole series would have been finished. Well, the first draft of it anyway.
Surely that should motivate me.
Yeah... no. Writing today is going to be like dragging a mule. Oh well. At least I won't get bored.
Happy first of December everyone.
A vacancy in a stack for preserving corns.
- John Jamieson's Etymological Dictionary of the Scottish Language, 1808
When the corn is in a doubtful state by being too green or wet, the stack builder by means of old timber, makes a large apartment in his stack with an opening in the side which is farest exposed tot he wind; this he calls a fause-house.
- Robert Burns' Halloween Note, c. 1820
A hollow made in a corn stack, with an opening on the side most exposed to the wind, for the purpose of drying the corn. Scottish form of false and house.
- Sir James Murray's New English Dictionary, 1901