2017 wasn’t as personally awful as 2016, but it was still a trash fire. I’m ending it on a high note, though, after a Herculean effort that saw me write 25K in 3 days, 13.2 of that in *one* day (a personal best), to get a project in on time. I succeeded. I’m very tired, but I succeeded. I wrote two books, neither of which were planned, and a novella (which was planned) this year, and some short stories. I published three books in 2018 (SEAMASTER (a middle grade epic…
The good news is I hit 90K on the book I’m working on! I was aiming for 90K by Friday, hit it on Saturday, so, y’know, that’s pretty good. The less good news is this morning I decided I needed to replace two chapters with about five paragaphs, kill somebody, and split the party. (Actually, the party is already split, but I need to split it differently. Better-ly.) I am *currently* enjoying the delusion that I can haul the whole thing around with a big wrenching effort and not actually…
Picoreview: The Last Jedi: Eh. The thing is, someday I’ll stop expecting to love Star Wars movies. They are not for me. I’ve never cared much. I didn’t see the originals until I was more or less an adult, and lack the rose-colored glasses most of my (and subsequent) generations view them with. Rogue One is the only one that’s ever managed to disappoint me because it’s the only one I thought was going to be different, but it was just a Star Wars film, albeit one in which rocks…
To the vast amusement of the friends in the previous post, I have written…I don’t know. Something in the region of 30,000 words in the past week. #Nanowriweek, another friend said. It was actually intended to be *much* closer to an actual Nanowriweek, except something went Horribly Wrong with SEAMASTER and I spent literally all day yesterday dealing with that and got nothing written at all. Anyway, I was aiming for 90K & Done by today, but I’m at 82K & Not Done as of this morning. Nor is the…
I hoped to get this stupid book all written in November, but with one thing and another (those things being 1. lack of a concentrated plot & 2. a 3 week head cold), I didn’t, and I’ve been despairing over finishing in time, although as Friend #2 below said, “Girl, you can fart 3000 words.” Yesterday, a Thursday, I was despairing to somebody who’s known me for some 20-odd (very odd) years, and the following conversation ensued: Me: I struck 3K+ from this stupid book and have to get another…