…so you can guess what I’ve been doing lately… :) In actual fact I did most of this several weeks ago and it’s absolutely horrifying and every time I look at it I do in fact get stressed out. So I added up the wordcount, which… well, it’s 420K before the Heartstrike books, and having just come off a 450k year, I know I can pull off 420K. The goal is to do so in a less stressful manner than last year, and the structure for doing that is to…
When I wasn’t writing, cooking, or sleeping at the retreat, I re-read the Old Races trilogy (affiliate link), which I started because I needed to figure out where scene breaks were in some cases because the conversion from the old epubs to the new ones isn’t always tidy. I spent so much time swearing at the copy editor, though. These books, which I’ve talked about the difficulties of writing in places that I can’t find in two seconds so am not linking to right now, had an additional difficulty to…
After 50k and then a week with a cold, I spent ALL WEEKEND asleep, my friends. ALL weekend. I went to bed early. I napped. I went to bed early even after napping. I napped MORE. I went to bed early AGAIN. At that point I really didn’t expect to sleep well, but…I did. I managed not to nap yesterday, went to bed at a reasonable hour, and was RUDELY awakened by my alarm this morning, despite imagining I might actually wake up a bit early due to all the…
This is no longer precisely up to date, because I went on retreat last month not this week, but it was written while I was on retreat and I’m finally remembering to post it, so you’re getting the live-action version of events. :) So I’ve written, uh, 48,357 words since Monday morning, and that is VERY CLOSE to 50K, and part of me VERY BADLY wants to write the other 1643 words to get there, but…I’m writing this blog post instead, honestly. I’m tired. For some reason. o.o And who…
I stayed up too late last night to watch Cory Booker smash that old racist bastard’s filibuster record into dust, and it was fully worth it. As soon as I woke up this morning, I picked up my phone to see how long he’d held the floor in the end, and the first thing I saw was “Pour one out for Madmartigan, lads.” So between Cory Booker, Val Kilmer, & a lack of sleep, I’m pretty emotionally compromised this morning (which, phrased like that, sounds like it’s much more scandalous than…