day two books!

Yesterday involved the sort of chaos that sometimes erupts when one has a small child, and I was too tired to do my words. It has not, however, thrown me hopelessly off track, mostly because I’ve already finished Project Two, and getting it done was kind of the bit that Not Missing A Day was critical for.

Besides, I’d had to concede on Friday that I’d screwed up Project One and had to go back and delete 7,000 words, so I was off count anyway. I fixed P1 and have recovered the wordcount, so I’m up to about 25K on it (again). If I can do 4K a day on it I’ll stay on target for the end of the month, and that…is probably possible.

In the meantime, let’s see. This week I need to go over the last proof of REDEEMER, which doesn’t even have a Project Number because it’s not technically supposed to be part of the November Projects. I suppose that would make it Project Six. I need to go over Project Two and fix the NOTES and deliver it to my Patreon people, and I need to go over Project Three one more time before prepping it for the newsletter people & beyond.

Research for Project Four is underway. I could do that and a few words on Project Five on any given day, except I don’t think I really know how to *start* Project Five, so…I’m not thinking too much about it right now, really. Which is fine. I have sort of enough on my plate right now. @.@

day two books!

I’ve managed at least NNWM wordcount on Project 1 for 7/8 days, putting my overall wordcount for the month around…29.5K, and done the first pass of revisions on Project 3.

Tomorrow I theoretically start Project 4, although in practice I might put the shoulder to the grindstone for a couple days with P1, and do some research for P4.

In the meantime, I have tried three times this week to go to the gym. The first two days I missed the bus, which was running unusually early. Today I hustled my ass down to the bus stop and the bus was, of course, TWENTY-FIVE MINUTES LATE. By the time I got to the gym, I was too cold and too entropic to actually exercise, and only had about 20 minutes to do so, too, so I didn’t bother.

I may have to start walking my bike to school with Indy in the morning and cycling from there to the gym. The bus is so unreliable and it’s very frustrating. And catching it, on a day that works out perfectly, is only…very slightly…faster than cycling would be. And of course most days do not work out perfectly. :p

Walking the bike, though, introduces a host of other problems, none of which I am asking for solutions for, namely that Indy will want HIS bike, or to try to ride mine, or…I’m sure there are many other variations I’m not insightful enough to think of. but I know that if I just bring him and come back home to get the bike I’ll never actually get the bike and go to the gym, I’ll just come in and get started on work/showering/breakfast/etc. *sigh*

Yesterday I went to a local writer’s group of very nice people. We did a free write. Here’s my bit from it (the prompt was ‘the way she looked’):

The way she looked said she’d seen it all before, and hadn’t been impressed the first time. That was the price of immortality without childish wonder to balance it: living forever became unbearable, if all one wanted to see in it was the tedium of repeated notes. He preferred being astonished time and again at the variety of ways those notes could be played, but she stood to the side, cool and aloof in a way that could be mistaken for beauty. He could hardly be mistaken for beautiful himself–there were too many lines and creases in his face, too much age carried in sloped shoulders and watery eyes…but perhaps that was why she was jaded, and he was not. He had been old already when the curse hit him, and no one cared to impress him. She had been young, and for three hundred years, eager fools had been trying to bring a smile to her face with old tricks.

They’d have been better off trying with him. He laughed every time.

And last of all, I’ve come down with a cold, so I’m a grumpy-butt. Oh, but the elections in America have heartened me, so that’s something. :)

cover for Heart of Stone

So far I’ve written about 22k in November. I’ve been working on two projects, one of which is codenamed Project One, which I’m now 16K into, and the other of which, Project Two, which is KISS OF ANGELS and I have JUST FINISHED IT and I’m extremely pleased about that. It does what I’ve said it would all along, which is sets up the Old Races world for more full-length novels should I ever be moved to write them.

I’m quite sure that when people read it, they’re going to kill me if I don’t write more.

It’ll be out to the general public sometime next year, but if you want to read it (and various other bits and bobs as I manage to write them) early, it’ll be up on my Patreon later this month.

Anyway, I’ve been aiming for 3K/double NNWM count on Project One in the mornings and for NNWM count (1700 words) on KISS OF ANGELS in the afternoon. It’s been working pretty well, although as I told Ted, if I miss even one day the whole thing will fall apart.

“You’d better not miss a day, then,” Ted said, and yep, that’s exactly how it is, all right. :)

Anyway, with KoA done I’m on to Project 3, which is revising a middle grade novel that I’ll be self-publishing VERY SOON NOW. It’s pretty solid, and revisions should only take a few days, so watch this space for more news on that front.

Tonight, however, I’m going to read more of Carol Berg’s amazing ASH & LIGHT (i literally gasped out loud in horror at the end of chapter 18) and watch some TV and go to bed early so I can do all this nonsense again tomorrow.

DRAGON!!!

Young Indiana and I had a positively splendid, utterly exhausting bank holiday weekend while Ted was off gaming.

Saturday we defied the not-running trains to go to the zoo (a thing we would not have done if I’d known the trains weren’t running, but I didn’t find out until we got to the train station, at which point a bus was available, so…we went. Later than we intended, but we went.) We had breakfast out and went to the zoo and the lions were in fine form & I got the best picture of the crocodiles I’ve ever gotten:

lazy lion at dublin zoo
lazy lion at dublin zoo

murder logs!
murder logs!

and there were magnificent lantern sculptures which will be lit up in the evenings for the next two months’ worth of weekends, which will be really cool and I can’t wait to go to see it (we have tickets for the 10th).

entrance to the Wild Lights display at Dublin Zoo
entrance to the Wild Lights display at Dublin Zoo
DRAGON!!!
DRAGON!!!
Dinosaur!
Dinosaur!
orangutang family
orangutang family

Then we were invited, last-minute-like, to a friend’s Halloween party for her kids, and we went to that, which was lovely, and then we went and struggled to get home on the not-running trains, which involved being bussed out to Skerries and then put on the train that WAS running from there to Drogheda. By the time we got home we were utterly shattered but we’d had an astoundingly lovely day.

We started studying Irish together with DuoLingo, which is going pretty badly but we’re having a great time. We’ve done four days in a row! And Indiana’s doing the typing, which means it’s slow going but he’s learning to type and I’m genuinely impressed with how well he’s doing. He gets very annoyed with me if I tell him where the letters are, but he’s remembering them VERY well, so I’m trying VERY hard not to tell him. :)

Deirdre and her boys came out for dinner yesterday and since Ted was gaming I was forced to cook dinner! (Woe!) I made carrot, coconut milk & chickpea soup, which I’ve made before and which is very good indeed. I dug up a bunch of garden carrots and used them in it for texture (it’s a blendered soup, but I prefer my soup to have Things In, so I added chopped garden carrots, which were also colorful, so it was cool to look at) and everybody ate all of it, exclaiming over its numminess. And I fed them a loaf of Ted’s bread. :) And then the apple pie I made. So that was very successful.

homemade apple pie
homemade apple pie

Today we went to see the My Little Pony movie, which, honestly, I expected to be pretty decent and which was in fact pretty decent. Indy was THRILLED with it, and I have become such a smoosh it made me cry at some point, and I was especially pleased with the end, where they did something unexpected that really emphasized the importance of accepting people as they are. And then we went out to lunch and went to the play zone where he ran himself ragged for a while, and then we came home where Dad, to my great relief, played some chess with Indy while I…well, nominally I went to work but actually I read up on the Mueller indictments and the Papadopolous guilty plea.

Ted returned home, having had an excellent weekend himself, and we all sat around talking politics, a discussion in which even Indy managed to make some good points/observations, including the astonished exclamation, upon hearing that there are people who are SO RICH they didn’t really see other people’s problems at all, much less thought they had to help with them in any way, “But that’s SO SELFISH!!!!”

(We’re probably doing okay, as parents. :))

Anyway, it’s been a really great weekend and I’m utterly exhausted from it all.

I’ve done a whole 12 day streak with my Spanish DuoLingo. Dad & Indy were both interested in it the other day so I showed it to them. Dad started doing French, and Indy got quite excited when it turned out Irish was an option, so he and I started doing it together.

A lot of what I’ve learned from doing the Irish is that I’m remembering a great deal more of the Spanish than I imagined (I had four years of high school Spanish but gave up in college when the first year class was just…way over my head.). I mean, I knew I was recognizing/remembering some of it, but my ineptness with the Irish emphasizes how MUCH I’m remembering/recognizing. :)

Also, even what little we’ve done of the Irish emphasizes just how much Irish English follows Irish language rules of speech. There was a translation of something that once we got it right and I said it aloud in English I was like “*Oh*! That’s very Irish!”

Indy gave me a peculiar look. :)

I’m still not convinced this is hugely useful for actually talking to people, although for comprehension and a little stumbling through a not-too-complicated conversation it seems like a reasonably decent tool. And possibly if I continue with it for a few months I might feel brave enough to go try to take a Spanish class again.

(I’m mizkit73 there, since someone will inevitably ask. :))