I defied the gods and went…well, swimming, this afternoon. I feel somewhat more like I might be, or at least might have once been, part of the human race. 1600 yards, not a particularly huge amount, but an amount that seemed prudent to me. I shall see, tomorrow, how my back is doing. I hope I will get to go swim again tomorrow. I am still a-boggle over the new improved fit of my swimsuit (and the new improved reflection in the mirror, for that matter). And, y’know, with any…
fwoomp
2788 words today despite myself, and I think this is a very sexy chapter. There’ve been explosions, now there needs to be a little down time of learning more stuff and testing theories, then on to a worldwide chase where three or four factions are after the hero, some sex if I can work it in, some nice crunchy betrayal on someone’s part, then more explosions and a deadly fight and we’re good. No prollem. It is way too damn cold out to go walking. ytd wordcount: 14,900
gah
And then there are mornings like today, when I have eaten too many pieces of pizza in the last couple of days, and, as Ted put it, the Ghost of Pizza Past has come to haunt my tummy. Gah. :/ No writing this morning. Gah, more. OTOH, Silkie, Research Assistant Extraordinare, has filled my mailbox with links and quotes for all the stuff that I’ve left notes in the O:C manuscript so far. (I tend to do things like have a character say, “to hell with the people who say…
Now *that’s* what I’m talkin’ about
Now *that’s* what I’m talkin’ about. 4622 words today. This is the difference between getting up at 7 and getting up at 10, pretty much. Finished chapter 16, wrote all of 17, and I know where to go with 18. I think this’ll be about 27 chapters when I’m done. *Much* better. Much, much better. ytd wordcount: 12,100
writing, headache, that sort of thing
Headachy. Donno why. Well, except I’ve got a stiff neck, which probably has something to do with it. 1200 words so far this morning. It’s the first time in A Coon’s Age that I’ve gotten up before 7, and I’m feeling very slightly morally superior. I haven’t quite gotten to the end of ch. 16, although I did get to a place where it /could/ end. Except it’s only 9 pages long, so I need to do the next bit of scene in this chapter. I’m pretty sure I know…