Politics does not stop the work. Not much of anything stops the work, short of the flu (avert, avert). My best-beloveds know this (which may explain why my best-beloveds are either likewise focused, or really really mellow).
Last night, we crossed the point to 75% funded on “From Whence You Came,” which was the point at which I’d promised I would stop second-guessing and hesitating, and write the hell out of the story the way it’s been asking for.
This morning I wrote another 1200 words, hit a major plot-pivot, and re-evaluated my outline. Yeah, we’re looking at 30,000 words minimum, here. Maybe closer to 40,000. Well, I always knew this wasn’t a “little” story….
This is all a massive experiment, but – unlike bio class back in high school – an enjoyable one. Are we going to make it happen? I sure hope so…
Meanwhile, I have gone back to the very rough first draft of the mystery, with a printout and a red pen. That’s going to occupy my afternoons, while I write FWYC in the morning. My beta readers expect this by New Year’s, and I’m scared enough of them to make it happen.
And the evenings? That’s…. a secret. For now. :-)
and here: have an evil-eyed kitten:
Apropos of nothing whatever, do you play Wordament (Boggle(r) derivative) as meerkat online? I’d love to pce myself against a *professional writer*. Also, too, that game is the first mobile phone fame I’ve found seriously addictive
I don’t – if I let myself get sucked into online gaming of any sort (other than the occasional Scrabble game) I’d lose hours of productivity!