Captain’s Log, November 22nd,
Hello dear readers. It’s been a bit, and the ship’s been fast asail so the writing went into the journey and the log was here neglected.
Honestly, some days I didn’t feel like writing on the Captain’s Log after writing on the book, and I didn’t think it was very fair to you to have you come excitedly here to see another post of “Wrote again today. Come back for more tomorrow!”
So what’s been going on lately?
Well, this past weekend was shotgun season in my home of Pike County. My future Mrs. is a deer hunter, but didn’t get tags to hunt this year. Still, we went back to visit and rode along in a mule (Not the animal. Imagine if a pickup truck had sex with a four wheeler.) with her brother to watch him field dress a doe in the dark.
It was fun. I got to grab the front legs of the thing and he took the back. Then we swung it up and into the bed of the mule. After a short drive down a rough path we found a hill for better drainage and he cut it open and hauled out all the blood and guts and shit.
Let me tell ya, those are some unique sounds that should surely enhance any schlorpy goodness in the book.
The hide of the deer being cut with a very sharp knife sounded like wet jeans being torn. The insides spilling out from the cut carcass of the ribs was chunky and wet as it poured out. Like I said, schlorpy.
As for the book itself? I’m behind a bit, but I’ll catch up this week. I don’t know if I’ll be done by the end of the month but even if I’m not I’m still going to finish it.