(National No Sitting Month. Since I just finished my fifth novel, instead of writing for NaNoWriMo I'm getting off my ass and getting some sorely-needed exercise.)
Ahoy hoy! Yesterday instead of running, I walked to town to pick up some groceries and see if the dollar store had anything I could sleep on, since my air mattress is going flat.
These two pictures are back-to-back Google street view pictures; I took the first, turned around, and took the second. They depict the entirety of my hometown of Lyerly, Georgia; the vanishing points of both pictures, where the highway dwindles away, are the city limits.
I don't know when these pictures were taken; the watermark says 2015, but there should be a Dollar General there where that red building is with the trucks parked like eerie talismans in front of it. There's also some new construction beside the old glove factory to the left of the picture below--a condemned old bank was knocked down and replaced with a small parking lot and a bright white concrete patio/ramp that doesn't really go anywhere.
My route is just about a two-mile walk over some hills, a couple stretches of country road through some cow pastures and a trestle bridge. It's a nice walk, or would be if it weren't for the stray dogs and people that drive like a bat out of hell. It's a narrow road with a lot of blind curves.
That green patch next to the highway on the image above is the park where I go to write in the summer. Below is Lyerly Dam, the bridge I walk across and the put-in point where I went kayaking over the summer.
Here's a link for the route if you want to look at it in Street View. It starts at my mom's house and ends at the post office where I take my signed copies of Outlaw King and Malus Domestica to mail out.
When I got there I didn't find anything to sleep on, so I just got some food and sat on the new patio thing across the street from the dollar store, eating Pringles and drinking coffee, watching the traffic go up and down 114. Mainly people just passing through going someplace else. Don't blame em.
The dogs didn't hassle me too much...only on the way back, and then it was only really one of them. And I was on foot, so they didn't come after me; if I'm on my bike, they'll try to bite me and drag me off again, but if I'm walking they stay in the yard and bark.
Today (Friday the 13th) I put on my FiveFingers and jogged the other way, toward Hwy 100. To my surprise I made it all the way to Lon Reynolds Drive before I had to slow down and catch my breath for a second--I'm improving! My calves carried me just fine, and I'm not rubber-legged now. I should be fine in the morning.
I just got my first crit notes back on Malus Domestica II this evening. I'm going to try to work on them next week and then I'll be looking for beta-readers if anybody is interested in that.