And I need one of mekkavandexter's characters to come read my leaves. Because my cup currently has a map of England, Scotland, and Wales inside it.
Maybe it's a vote of confidence for The Stratford Man.
Progress notes for 12 May 2006:
New Words: 506
Total Words: (actual wordcount / manuscript) 36118 / 40250
Deadline: August 1
Words per day to meet deadline: 789
Reason for stopping: In addition to the paltry five hundred words, I also slogged through the existing MS making sure it had some vague first draft semblance of continuity. I'm bloody tired, and I'm not sure what the next scene is.
36,118 / 100,000
161 / 400
This book is all plot. ALL PLOT! It would be more fun with some angst or smut or something. (Who am I, and what have I done with the real Bear?)
OTOH, right on schedule, about a third of the way in, the book handed me its climax today. Which is reassuring, because now I know how it ends.
Nobody tell my muse he's getting predictable, k? He does the same damned thing every damned book.
First he gives me some neat stuff that feels kind of thin and random and disconnected, until I figure out a hundred pages in what I did wrong. And then I have to go back and fix it all and grovel through bits and try to avoid editing artifacts.
And then I have like a third of a book.
And then he tells me how it ends. Just in time for me to hit the 35K wall and write the Dreaded Middle. Slog, slog, slog.
It would be nice to wander through life in a blaze of divine inspiration. But my muse believes in perspiration.
Stimulants: peach tea
Exercise: gym! with ashacat!
Today's words Word don't know: theramin, rushy
Words I'm surprised Word do know: weal
Mean Things: Caetei yelled at Gourami.
Tyop du jour: n/a
Darling du jour: n/a
Books in progress: Wendy Moore, The Knife Man;
Interesting tidbit of the day: via jaylake, backwards light. my head hurts.
Other writing-related work: n/a
The glamorous life of the writer: Got grumped at by my downstairs neighbor for the slats falling out of my bed in the middle of the night last week. Dude! Like I did it on purpose!
In other news, all of my rings now fit on the next largest finger. So, I may not be dropping any jeans sizes, but I am spot reducing my fingers!