it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken
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darn that tea and oranges that come all the way from China, anyway.

2550 words on "Wind-Up Boogeyman" today, which bears a remarkable resemblance to a real pre-catastrophe wordcount.

Of course, that was all day's labor (minus a four-hour break for lunch with friends and some dinner prep and research time), but still. Three days of respectable wordcount in a row, leading to respectable progress on the story. I pretty much know enough about it to finish the draft, too, which is nice. And wonder of wonders, I'm enjoying the work. It's good to be working; it makes me feel like I'm doing something to justify my carbon footprint.

Research topics today include landfills, cadaver dogs, and the seating capacity and gas mileage of a Chevy Tahoe.

It's also nice to feel like I have adequate time to finish this, and not have to do nothing but work.

This year, I have learned that tight deadlines are bad for bears. Apparently, bears need some breathing room to do their best work.

So that's okay. I finish this draft soonish, and I try to figure out what the heck happens at the end of Bone & Jewel Creatures, and I try to finish up "The Tricks of London." And then I just have "Smoke & Mirrors" and half of "Lucky Day" and "Mongoose" to write the rest of the year, and Chill to finish.

Wow. This is feeling remarkably survivable. There can even be Days Off in there, between stories.


And so to bed, so I can get up tomorrow and finish this scene of "Wind-Up Boogeyman," and write the next one.

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