Slow writing again last night, but it seems after I get everything else out of the way, I end up not getting into the story until seven-thirty or eight PM my time. I suppose I could write longer, but it seems as if my window for getting things done right now is a couple of hours, maybe three at the most.
But it works. I’m doing a thousand to twelve hundred words a night now. It’s not a lot, but it’s every day, and that’s after all the crap I’ve had to muck through for the measure of the day. I don’t consider it a problem: I considering it making progress.
So, Flight School . . . yeah, that’s where the kids are. They hiked through the tunnel and under the woods, and now they’re getting dressed and about to get their lecture in the ready room. I made my introductions with the flight instructor, Professor Victoria Salomon, and introduced the kids in their flying finery. Which is to say, they aren’t dressed in the school uniform as much as they’re dressed in flying leathers–which I’ll probably describe more in the scene tonight. There is a reason for the attire–but then, I figured this out long ago.
I was just telling a friend this morning that I stopped just short of sixty-nine thousand words last night, and if I’d bothered to check my total count before signing off for the evening, I probably would have pushed to hit it. As is it, when I pulled the story up to check on something, I ended up making a few corrections and adding a word here and there, and suddenly I’ve added two dozen words and it’s even closer. This is going to be a long scene, however: maybe five thousand words. Which is why I’m considering ending this part of the novel at the finish of the next chapter. Then I’ll throw a marker in there, to show where Episode Two starts, and keep on writing.
Every day I think about this and work on it, the more the layout of this story becomes clear. This is going to be a little like my unpublished novel Transporting, where, because of the size, I separated the first novel into a trilogy. I’ll likely do the same here with The Foundation Chronicles, which is becoming a chronicle, all right. It’s a lot of detail about a place that exists in my head, but is so very real to me.
Oh, and tonight, I had out call signs. My kids are going to be pilots very soon, and like Professor Vicky–call sign Nightwitch–will tell them, while they’re not in the military, it’s easier to keep track of them by their call signs once they’re airborne. This will come in handy later in the story, because there’ll be call signs all over the place. You’ll hear about those as well.
I have bill paying to do tonight, so I might not get as much writing in. Then again, I’m leaving work early, so I catch an early dinner–
Who knows? I might just get the kids into the hanger this evening.