Chapter Fifteen of Suggestive Amusements is in the books, so to speak. I only needed a few hundred words to bring the chapter to a conclusion, and they came to me last night after my one evening of watching television. When I was finished I went to the computer, put on some music, and wrote what needed to be wrote.
End of chapter, end of that story.
The writing has been a lot better of late. Part of it is getting past my own doubts of the last few weeks. Part of it is knowing that I’m about ten thousand words away from the end of the novel. Part of it is knowing that I have an idea for another story that is part erotica, part silliness, part “I just wanna see if anyone buys this shit”. Oh, yes: I want to dip into the Bad Smashwords Dashboard Porn, and put something up for no other reason than to see if people buy the damn thing. Oh, and because I think it might be a good story in a sexy sort of way.
Which is to mean, my normal writer self and the things I write.
This idea actually woke me up this morning. I was half asleep, right before the alarm went off, and I could swear there was a conversation going on in my head between the three character that will be in this story. They were talking about something one of them had read on Facebook (surprise!), and it was something I’d mentioned last night to a friend that I had to include a certain line in my story. (What was the line about? Vampire writers, and not the good kind.)
So this is stuck in my head like a bad habit, which means at some point–after I get one of my stories ready for the mill that is online publishing–I’ll get that story going. It looks like I’ll do it for Camp NaNo in June, unless I can’t still these voices in my head and I have to start the file on it before long.
Speaking of long . . .
My idea file tells me that I started Suggestive Amusements on 12/30/2012. I believe there are ten to twelve thousand more words to write, and at the rate I’ve been progressing, that’s ten to twelve days of writing. It is now 3/15/2013, and in twelve days it’ll be 3/27/2013. If I don’t write a lot on Thursdays, then I finish the novel on the twenty-ninth or thirtieth of March. The way it looks now, I’ll finish the story three months after it was begun, which is more time than I usually take for a novel, but seemed to be about the average when you think about it–which is what most writers tell you. Seventy thousand words in ninety days, while working full-time: it’s not a bad deal.
The days are better, the nights seem to work with me rather than against. The stories are getting written, and the ideas are still coming, even if some might think they are not worthy of me.