Humans, Season 1, Episode 2: Deep in the Motherboard

Rachel Tsoumbakos

Welcome once more to the recap of the show Humans. Notice I didn’t say “review”, because it seems the Stannis Baratheons of the Internet will correct your grammar when they’re not preoccupied by the act of burning their daughters at the stake and make you get it right. So recap it is! Shall we?

Let’s start with Hobb, who still has Fred and is doing what he can to get into his “brain”. They find a memory: Anita swimming underwater. It’s not a great leap that this go back to her flashback, which means to deal with saving a small child from a submerged car—there you go, Will Smith. These are the robots you’re looking for.

Sergeant Pete has a moment where he’s helping his not-able-to-walk wife to the loo, and he’s not that great at being a caregiver: he’s getting old and he’s not as strong as ‘ol…

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A Walk Down Bewitching Lane

Today is not so much about the story as it is about the writing.  I do this every so often just to keep from boring people, which I know I’m pretty good at doing.  But when I hit little milestones, I have to sit back and reflect, because I have to do this every so often to keep my ego from running away.

Last night I didn’t write a great deal, mostly because I’d done over two thousand words the day before and I was collecting like seven hundred words worth of notes for my Humans recap.  I was also involved in doing a bit of research for the new scene, because it involved a walk through the city of Salem, and I needed to plot out the start and end points–

And then run to Google Maps and show the course so I'd know where they were going as I wrote.

And then run to Google Maps and show the course so I’d know where they were going as I wrote.

Three hundred and fifty-one words in total were written, and if you’re following along and doing math, that means I tipped over eighty thousand words last night.  The final count, as you’ll see below, is eighty thousand, two hundred and twelve, and that’s a pretty good total.  Eighty thousand words for a novel is something I’ve reached only three times before, with Her Demonic Majesty, with Transporting, and with The Foundation Chronicles:  A For Advanced.  In the case of the first two books, I reached that point in twenty-five days with the first novel, and maybe forty days with the second, because back when I started working on Transporting in the late 1980s, there were days when I sit and crank out eight to ten thousand words to make up for when I couldn’t write.

With The Foundation Chronicles: A For Advanced, I reach eighty thousand word in something like six weeks, because I did the first sixty-five thousand in thirty days–it was a NaNo Novel, you see, and I was tracking my word counts closely.  I’ve done the same with B For Bewitching, and here’s what I’ve learned:

Here’s the calculation for the novel as a whole, from when I started until today.


April 11 to July 5 = 86 days.  80,212 / 86 = 933 words a day.


I know this because I keep track of the dates on my author’s page, and April 11 was not only the day the first human went into space, and when the space shuttle first launched, but when I began B For Bewitching.  Eighty-six days of writing, an average of nine hundred and thirty-three words a day.

I’ve also done the figures for the first forty thousand:


April 11 to May 14 = 34 days.  1176 words a day.


And the most current forty thousand:


May 14 to July 5 = 53 days.  755 words a day.



One think to take away from this is that it’s taken me almost two-thirds more time to write the last forty than the first, which means my word production has dropped by a third.  Why is that?  Being tired helps a lot.  Kicking up my work schedule and getting out to do things once in a while have contributed there, but I am going through a stretch where I just feel tired.  No one to blame but myself, and I know that tonight I’m going to have a busy night of writing ahead of me.  However, my word production has only dropped by a third, and that means I’m trying writing more at times to make up for those moments when I’m only cranking out a few hundred words.  It is the ebb and flow of the written word, and I have them just like every other writer does.

I probably won’t finish Act One tonight.  Tomorrow is possible; Wednesday likely.  Tomorrow I will go out to dinner and do my one year HRT celebration–as much as anyone can celebrate by themselves–which is why I figure on Wednesday being the end of Act One.  Then what comes in Act Two?  Well . . . I know what costumes Annie and Kerry are wearing to the Samhain Dance; we get to see Kerry race; and we’ll see what happens when you make Annie mad.  That much I will tell you.  As for anything else?

You have to wait until the next eighty thousand words are in the computer.