March 16th, 2010

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you get so dizzy even walking in a straight line

Okay, in box cleaned out, cover copy written, bio written for Wings Of Fire, dog has chased off a squirrel or two, carrots and radishes and mesclun mix planted. Peas are coming up! No sign of the spinach yet.

Next step, muffins. After the muffins, lunch and then words. Yes, I'm reversing my schedule today, but that's one of the benefits of being my own boss--and I have all afternoon to write, so I plan to luxuriate in the unscheduled time and get this damned scene finished.

Last night, 400 words on Shadow Unit and 1000 words on Grail, to finish out chapter whatever that was. (I've lost track.)

Man, this thing is going together in any old order at all, but I'll fix it later.

Oh, and my living room windows are open. I mean, I'm wearing a sweater, but--Windows open! Breeze!
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when the white flame in us is gone

This may officially be the worst Bad Draft I have ever written. Entire scenes are currently being dispensed with with [bracket notes in which something happens.]

The good news is that I have five chapters (and a lot of backfill) left to get through, and I more or less know what happens in all of them, though there is a certain amount of "and then X does Something Heroic, figure it out later."

The funny thing is, despite the Badness of the Draft, I'm actually quite confident in the book as a whole. Probably because Chill started off as a Draft equally or almost as Bad, and seems to have cohered into a pretty decent novel, albeit one with at least one glaring continuity error that I'm aware of. (No, I won't tell you what it is.)

Well, if I were perfect, I wouldn't be writing space opera for a living.

Anyway, once I get this squared away, the next things on the reaming order are the Sekrit Projekt, the thing for erzebet, and A Reckoning of Men. Not necessarily in that order.

It is better to be busy than to starve.

366 / 400 pages. 92% done!