This morning I said to Mom, a bit rashly, “As long as the baby takes a nap at all, I should finish Nano on time.” The baby napped for 45 minutes and woke up miserable. Grim, I checked my wordcount before going to get him. 50,015. I’m actually pretty pleased. I’ve only ever succeeded with Nano once before, though I at least start to participate most years. Last time I succeeded was also with a middle grade novel. Coincidence? I don’t know. But I’m pleased to have accomplished it (as…
Author: mizkit
Dear Self,
Dear Self: You may have noticed it’s really quite easy to get 1K written if you get up in the morning. This is your daily quota. If you made a habit of that, then of doing it again the first hour of the baby’s nap, you would 1. blow the hell out of your quota, and 2. having done so, perhaps feel justified in spending some time exercising. I’m just sayin’. Love, Me
7 Years of Gainful … Unemployment?
I got laid off from the day job 7 years ago yesterday. I’ve been a full-time writer ever since, despite some hairy moments where the smart thing really would have been to get a day job. In that time, I’ve published 16 novels, 3 novellas, a couple dozen short stories, and a 5-issue comic book. It adds up to just shy of two million words published. I have 3 more novels, a collection of Old Races short stories, a couple of non-affiliated short stories and a collection of Walker Papers…
that sucked.
That was exciting, for the value of exciting that means “that really sucked.” My sock got caught on a nail head insufficiently flush to the wall and I crashed full length to the floor hard enough that I’ve still got the shakes from it. I’m not much hurt, but it scared the hell out of me and worried Young Indiana a lot. thinks to do when the baby naps – finish the AAs – shower – make pie crust – write, if i have any will/time left *sigh* 45,000 words…
thinks to do
today: – RAVEN CALLS AAs – 2100 words on the Ilialiad by Wednesday evening: – another 3K on the Ilialiad, Or Goddamned Else by CoB Thursday: – “Don’t Wreck Your Soul” – BABA YAGA’S DAUGHTER proofs I would go die in a pit, but I don’t bloody have *time*. The Up Way Too Freaking Early Writing Brigade is : IN.