The end of November is in sight, and so is sixty thousand words. I’m only twelve hundred words away, and it’s likely good and well I’ll make that tonight. Maybe. If not I’ll be within a few hundred words and I’ll consider it an good accomplishment.
Later today I repack my meager items and tomorrow I make the long return trek to The Burg. I figure to get back into town around ten or eleven, which means I may have time to rip off a couple of hundred words before falling asleep. Or not. I don’t know. Just like when I drove out here and I didn’t feel like doing anything, it’s even money I’ll feel the same once I’m back there. Play it all by ear and hope for the best.
But I have moved out of Memory’s End and into The Witch House. My kids have met the “Dark Mistress of All,” because there will come a time when she might just become the mother of Stormageddon, so set that up now for the insanity later on down the road. And they’re seeing how “formulas” are brewed up in the 21st Century. You can forget that cauldron crap, baby: in my school they go all Walter White and respect the chemistry. Particularly when they’re cooking up antidotes to poisons designed to make it look like you’re dying from exposure to ionizing radiation.
Shhhh. I haven’t told my characters yet. That’s coming today.
I keep writing in little blurts: a few hundred words here, a couple hundred there. I catch myself saying things that I shouldn’t and I change it before moving on. I look things up just to make sure. It’s a lot of slow, deliberate writing here, not barrel ahead and get it edited later type of writing. I don’t know if it’s a phase I’m entering for my writing, but it’s what I’m doing now. I’ve changed a lot in the last two years, and this is the latest in the long line of writers who are me.
The only thing that hasn’t changed is lack of sales. Maybe 2014 will be the time to turn that around. We’ll see.
The next goal after this is to hit ninety thousand by the end of the year. I should hit that without any issues, other than actually writing it all. But a thousand or so a night will get me there, and with a little padding now and then, I might just hit a hundred thousand. By the end of the year I’ll have a much better idea how much more I need to write to finish it up. Any more I don’t believe I’ll finish by the middle of January–the end if probably a better estimate.
But there is a likely hood I might not finish until February. Or even the beginning of March.
Le sigh. And to think I have other stories waiting for these kids as well. I really do love to punish myself, don’t I?