Nope. Not me. Right around 2130 of Halloween, I send the third-pass edit of Foes & Rivals to my talented copyeditor, at the same time taking a vow I’d write nothing, original, in November.
I now turn to implementing her edits to Friend and Ally while she processes its sequel. I don’t think I’ll have F&A ready for the Local Authors Fair on 17 November… maybe “limited edition” proof copies? Like Niven’s first edition of Ringworld, where the Earth rotated in the wrong direxion.
Besides DayJob, Husband/FatherJob, and WriterJob of 173k words in 7 months, I am so, so tired.
Yes, it’s been a-while. I’m a lousy writer and terrible person. For those you not out on a date with your current or future spouse, here’s a treat: 3600 words of a battle just about to start. Being Veterans/Remembrance Day, I have Nichole look around at one point, recalling the living so that she will be able to recall the dead, fighting to save their homes and families.
When I write the battle at L&C bridge – which should go quickly, I’m not one for battle scenes – there’s a moment with Nichole and Joe at the end of it, then back to the City. At that point, I’ve all the raw material, about 80k words, complete, and just need to edit it into a coherent novel. By Christmas.
If any hot strawberry-blonde girls want to gift me US$500 for the 99designs.com cover for this book, I’ll use your image, if you do. Otherwise, I’m having to sell a kidney.
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Today, Saturday, was the semi halfway point between both my girl’s birthdays. We all, plus my mother-in-law (we sat far apart) went to a nominally Japanese steakhouse. I bet I spoke more anime-Japanese than the staff. Still and all, good time, good food. Eldest Daughter is now Sweet Sixteen. She said there’s a boy she’s fond of. I said I have rifles about which I feel the same. We have one another’s measure.
I’ve broken 50k words. In and of itself, that means nothing, but recall I was raised on NaNoWriMo’s “50k words in November!” so it kind of sticks. What’s happening at that word mark is below the fold. I’d guess another 8-12k to
kill everyone, er, wrap things up. Following that, as I said in a previous post, editing will consist of adding material to make the modules I’ve written, over so much time, link to one another.
Will Deonne in two sentences completely changed how I write horror (it works, now), but I know I still suck at action/fighting. Anyone have any ideas as I head into the final Act?
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NaNoWriMo passed yesterday. As I expected, I was no-where near finished, much less to 50k words. Which is fine: I’ve many other things pressing for my time, and I’m finding the characters engaging and the genre a good challenge, so I don’t want to rush. Still: deadlines. So, I think I’ll set Christmas as my writing stop-date. As I’m guesstimating that this one will be a little longer than my first two – maybe 65k words – that’ll give me January to… hang on, something just came in on my ‘writer’ email….
Oh. It appears my one-hour panel, ‘Creative Writing and Self-Publishing’ for Ohayocon 2017, in Columbus, Ohio, has been approved. Sure be nice if I could give a more current example than 10-month old Echoes of Family Lost. Hmmm. January 15th….
‘Scuse me: I need to go make some coffee for tonight. I’d best see how Maya gets her memory back so she can start killing people again. Cheerio!
Good news: second biopsy on dog came back as a polyp. No cancer. Bad news: second biopsy on dog came back as a polyp; so it might regrow like some tanjed weed if the surgeon didn’t get it all, branch-and-root. *sigh* Time will tell. Otherwise, Lucky Star is doing fine.
Accepting the fail of another NNWM is relaxing: my pacing of writing is much more like what I was doing over the summer with Defiant… about 500 words a night with the occasional ~1200 word burst. The story is much less forced and much more like my usual pedestrian* style. I’m happier about that. Not that I don’t have an hard deadline: I finally got round to seeing the longer trailer for Ghost in the Shell. Never read the manga, never saw any of the animated movies. So, a show about machines and what it means to be a person. Nope, I got nothing on that. Better have Cursed Hearts published before that comes out!
*No, really. I actually have Chris and Cat wandering around UCSD campus… Continue reading “Dogging My Steps”
Or, rather, I made it past 10,000 word count. I’m not going to make it to 50k by the end of the month, though. My wife was kind enough to point out that, two years ago when I wrote “The Fourth Law” in 23 days, I was also working part-time. I’d forgotten that part. The whole husband/father plus day-job thing (putting aside my dog getting his sinuses trenched out) is a little nerve wracking..
It’s not all bad news: no matter when I finish (mid-December, hopefully) I do plan to finish; I’m finding the dynamic between Chris and Cat very engaging. I’ve laid down some plot markers that won’t be picked up for some time… one, not till the last scene. After some great advice from Friend Will about horror scenes, I’m looking forwards to Maya’s next victim. Of course, that won’t be for awhile: I needed (and found) a way to put her in a box, so to speak. Otherwise, she takes the next flight from Japan to San Diego and kills my other characters. Over at 13k words. Fortunately for my story, she’s a typical Oriental woman when behind the wheel. Bye, bye for a bit, Maya!
I’ve a little time before making dinner, so I’ll see if I can get Chris enrolled in his classes. That should generate some secondary and tertiary characters, which is good. I’d like a scene at La Jolla beach, but I’ve already called out Chris’ scars from his modifications…. That’s it! I’ll do it at night! Everyone goes to see some bioluminescent algae bloom; perfect! When he steps into the water, the light moves away from him (metaphors up to ’11!’).
And right there is how this happens.
Wife and daughters in Mason, Ohio for a swim meet. I stayed behind to retrieve our pup post-surgery. Prior to that, I went looking for shoes (once every 5 years; failed. Ordered from ebay), 3 loads of laundry, put towels everywhere for incoming dog, mulched leaves in backyard, restocked at foodstore.
Then, got dog. Drive home, carrying dog about. Early dinner, convince dog to take meds hidden in pork, short walk, bed.
Oh. What didn’t happen? 7500 words, that’s what didn’t happen.
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