20,331 words which is 41% of my goal. Whee. The last three nights I’ve gone to Hresso to write. Getting out of the apartment makes it easier to focus on writing instead of tending to household chores. On the other hand, that means that it takes longer to get my laundry finished. But my novel is speeding along.

I feel like I’ve been beaten. Þor and I just did a scene with Ziggy that went really poorly. It was hard because we had to cover a wide distance with live hands and handle many, many props. I kept getting caught showing my head or a sleeve, it was very frustrating and physically draining.

Þor was really great and understanding about the challenges that I was facing.

I spent the morning bouncing between live hands. I went out on set to work as Bessie’s hands, and got suited up, when they changed their minds (something to do with lighting) . So I pulled those off and put Ziggy’s hands on. But that was wrong too, I needed to be wearing the Mayor’s hands.

I think I’ve mentioned that, because my hands are small, I have to wear two pairs of gloves to work as the Mayor. We did that shot (him adjusting his cufflinks for the Secret Agent episode) and I immediately stripped out of the gloves, slammed my hands into Ziggy’s got suited up for the next shot and they realized that they needed to have me in Bessie’s after all. Out of Ziggy’s gloves, into Bessie’s. Do the shot. Out of Bessie’s gloves, back into Ziggy’s and–wait.

And wait.

Still waiting…they are fixing a lighting issue so I take the gloves off, and like I had pushed a button the lighting is fixed and “Why isn’t Ziggy ready?” Ahh! Fortunately he’s one of the easy ones to get into.

My goodness. It’s almost impossible to talk about doing this work without sounding dirty.

C’mon you all know my handsome father-in-law. Wish him a Happy Birthday.