Marcy in the Sky with Diamonds
Dec. 14th, 2006 06:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mrockwellWriting
I'm about 83% finished with my novel revisions, based on page count. I still have two or three scenes to overhaul, and only about a week left to do it in. Plus I want to write up a quick pitch on another novel. Busy weekend ahead!
We watched the Geminid meteor shower last night from our backyard. It was very cool (and cold), and inspired yet another haiku:
midnight in winter
children watch the Geminids
harvesting wishes
Everything Else
Under a month now til hubby leaves. I don't know whether I should be grateful that I have these revisions to keep my mind off of the deployment, or resentful that it's taking up time I could be spending with him before he leaves. A little of both, I suppose.
Interesting thing #49: I may have mentioned before that I'm part Indian (feather, not dot). My maternal grandfather's family was part of the Turtle Mountain Chippewa (Ojibwe) tribe. I say was, because some members of the tribe (located in North Dakota) were disenrolled by an Indian agent in the 1890's while away hunting buffalo (look up the Ten Cent Treaty if you're interested in the details). The disenrollment split families, and left the hunters without a home. The hunters, led by Chief Thomas Little Shell, migrated to Montana and some became part of the Little Shell tribe, known as "landless Indians." That tribe has yet to receive federal recognition.
As I understand it, my family did not join the Little Shell tribe, but instead attempted to assimilate into the white community. Apparently they did a decent job; I've never considered myself anything but white. Sometimes I think that's a shame.
I'm about 83% finished with my novel revisions, based on page count. I still have two or three scenes to overhaul, and only about a week left to do it in. Plus I want to write up a quick pitch on another novel. Busy weekend ahead!
We watched the Geminid meteor shower last night from our backyard. It was very cool (and cold), and inspired yet another haiku:
midnight in winter
children watch the Geminids
harvesting wishes
Everything Else
Under a month now til hubby leaves. I don't know whether I should be grateful that I have these revisions to keep my mind off of the deployment, or resentful that it's taking up time I could be spending with him before he leaves. A little of both, I suppose.
Interesting thing #49: I may have mentioned before that I'm part Indian (feather, not dot). My maternal grandfather's family was part of the Turtle Mountain Chippewa (Ojibwe) tribe. I say was, because some members of the tribe (located in North Dakota) were disenrolled by an Indian agent in the 1890's while away hunting buffalo (look up the Ten Cent Treaty if you're interested in the details). The disenrollment split families, and left the hunters without a home. The hunters, led by Chief Thomas Little Shell, migrated to Montana and some became part of the Little Shell tribe, known as "landless Indians." That tribe has yet to receive federal recognition.
As I understand it, my family did not join the Little Shell tribe, but instead attempted to assimilate into the white community. Apparently they did a decent job; I've never considered myself anything but white. Sometimes I think that's a shame.
