11:30AM Central Afghan Time
A few days ago, an ANA general sent our CO a couple of boxes of pomegranates as a gift. The CO left them out in the lobby of the command post for anybody who wanted to try them. I got one, and spent some time picking out the individual seeds and separating them from the pulp and membrane. It’s been over thirty years since I ate a pomegranate … and let me tell you, they don’t grow them as big in Texas as you can find in Afghanistan, this thing would have been easily five times the size of the last one I had. Lot of work, not really worth it on an everyday basis, but a pleasant experience this time through.
On Thanksgiving in-country, the senior NCOs and command staff take turns serving the meals to the rest of the troops. It’s a little tradition that doesn’t really mean anything to me, but neither do I object to it. A marker for time passing.
Yesterday was occupied with me running around, taking care of one thing and another. Even so, I did 1,500 words (roughly) on “Glass Ceiling”. It will probably wind up totaling 25,000 to 30,000 words. Maybe a bit more, but I don’t think so.
sroni posted a very short story (which reminds me slightly of one she’d done before, but she’s added some elements) at this link. I would have preferred that she continue with the project we’re supposed to do together — my part beginning as soon as she completes a draft — but if she’s not tuned in for that, at least she’s produced something. Anyone willing to check it and offer her feedback is encouraged to do so.
writercon has plans semi-finalized for Atlanta, July 21-23, 2006. Promising. If my deployment is extended, I’ll try to schedule my leave to allow me to attend. If we demob on schedule, I’ll be back in the States in time for it. Either way, my odds are pretty good.
Time for lunch, and then it will be time for me to do some more writing.