When Less is More

THE DAY

Actually, this is about the whole bloody week, isn’t it?

I’m sure I’ve written about this before, but there are times–especially when you realize what the structure of the book has to be or when you can do without a POV character you thought you needed–when you’re cutting and rearranging even as you write a lot of new words.  That can sometimes feel really self-defeating.  Like, you’re cutting reams and reams of material.  While I wrote about 16,000 words this week, I also cut an equivalent amount and that hurts.  It is, however, as my husband is always reminding me: no matter how well you may think this out, you are still telling yourself the story.  Yes, you’re thinking about it and if you’re not writing, you’re always thinking about writing, but you’re seeing the ideas for the first time, too, even if you’ve outlined (or jotted down stuff the night–or even hour–before).  I will say that things do always go much more smoothly if I chart out where I’m going first: who’s saying what to whom and why.  Again, this is where I think that writers who tell you they write only by the seat of their pants are lying.  You can’t, possibly.  You have to keep some kind of notes.

I was also thinking this week about life in general. While it’s true that you really can’t compare yourself to starving refugees or something–and there is always someone who has it much worse than you–I’m in a pretty good place, even if that place is Alabama.  I’m not in love with this place; don’t misunderstand me.  But at least I have food and a place to live and work I enjoy if it also drives me to tear out my hair.  That’s not nothing.  So I always feel a little privileged and whiny when I moan about how hard this is.  It is hard, but there are a lot of things in life that are, and at least I am doing this by choice.  (True, I have no idea what I’d do if I wasn’t writing–go back into medicine, I guess–but I don’t want to; that’s not my identity anymore.  I will always be a doctor.  You can’t beat it out of me.  But I will likely never see another patient–though never say never.)

Anyway…maybe this is my long-winded way of saying that the writing is going.  It’s not great, but it’s not terrible either.  Alabama isn’t even close to where I will spent the rest of my life–but it could be worse.

A sidebar: a lot of friends think I should be able to find a lot of inspiration down here.  Maybe that’s so, but I’m not feeling it.  By and large, where I am is populated by a lot of people with whom I have little in common.  Some of them are caricatures, and I’m sure they feel the same way about me.  But the sensibilities are very different and for many, the preoccupation with slavery, the Civil War, and civil rights…I get it, but it’s not where my head is.  It has no resonance for me, and for now, I draw no inspiration either.

Don’t get me wrong.  There was plenty of bigotry in Wisconsin–look at the trouble in Milwaukee, for example, part of which is driven by racial inequities but partly also due to minorities preying on other minorities (and if you doubt this, just go read Evicted some time; a lot of people are getting rich off the poor, and a lot of the rich are other minorities).  So I ran into it fairly frequently.

But here, it doesn’t feel the same.  I don’t know if I can even explain that, but there it is.  I see the injustice, but I also don’t feel it.  It’s like…no, I really don’t want to write a “Southern” novel.  I really don’t want to find a “Southern” sensibility.  I don’t want to inhabit that mindset.  I have my sensibilities, and for now, they’re rooted in the Midwest which I think I understand better.  Here, there’s too much simmering anger.  I met this guy from Madison (WI) the other day; he’d moved down here for the work.  But, man, he’d move back in a heartbeat and for all the reasons I understand–and you know, he said the same thing about the culture and mindset.  It’s just…different.

So I guess you have to decide if you want to understand it.  Me, I’m not sure I do; I have very little sympathy for a history and culture that, frankly, is fairly self-righteous and pretty bigoted.  Like, I met this black guy the other day and we get to talking, and he was the one who brought up that, you know, all that area around the hospital used to be black; there’s a slave cemetery there: “But they don’t care.  They just covered over those graves.  They didn’t move the bodies.  They didn’t care.”  (Although I could relate to that; no one cares about the Nazis who were here either.)  He also pointed out to me all the projects in town: “You don’t want to get car trouble here.”  And yet those areas are adjacent to a “revitalization” effort called Lowe Mill where they’ve got artists and musicians and whatnot.  But are there blacks there?  Very few.

Does that mean that EVERYONE and EVERYTHING is terrible?  Of course not.  But you have to be a transplanted Midwesterner, perhaps, to feel the rub, how grating this all is: how you have people who, at the drop of a hat, will rail against the North and talk about the Civil War as if it was yesterday.

It’s strange.

WRITING OUT LOUD
Stay Dead (started 5/05; Days 1-4, false start)

Day 1: 1000                 Day 23-26: 9450                  Day 51-52: 4500
Day 2: 1200                 Day 27: (novella) 2000      Day 53-57: 6000
Day 3: 1800                 Day 28: 2500                        Day 58-61: 10,200
Day 4: 1350                 Day 29-32: 8850                  Day 62-67: 11,250
Day 5: 1000                 Day 33: 3400                        Day 68-74: 16,110
Day 6: 2000                LONDON HIATUS (13 days)
Day 7-10: ~4500        Day 34: 3000
Day 11-12: ~5000       Day 35-39: 9,800
Day 13: 1600               Day 40-43: 10,500
Day 14: 2300               Day 44: 2000
Day 15-17: 4450          Day 45-47: 6000
Day 18-19: 4500         Day 48: 4000
Day 20-22: 5220        Day 49-50: 3500

Blog Post: 1110
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What I’m Watching:
Gosh, been a while.  Well, I watched Trumbo, which I found pretty entertaining.  Also finally saw Sophie’s Choice.  It’s dated but still quite watchable, and oh my, we were all so young then.  Of course, I’ve been watching the Olympics.  Every time Phelps stepped on the podium, I got teary.  Like, I’m glad I was alive to see this.
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What I’m Reading:
A mishmash; nothing’s holding my interest for long, so I’m reading, variously, Missing, PresumedJust Fine; and Infidel.  Why?  Like I said…nothing’s holding my interest.  It could be that I’m just more interested in my people now, I don’t know.
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What I’m Listening to:
No books for now.  Don’t know why; just didn’t manage to finish anything and haven’t found anything that grabbed me.

When You Slow Down

Which I actually didn’t do until yesterday, or maybe it was Friday.  I’ve lost track.

THE DAY

Here’s the dilemma: when I slow down and the writing’s bad and you feel like you’re pulling words out with a fork, that should be an indication to me that I’ve not thought through where things are headed.

What I notice is that my head gets a little empty.  I know what I want to say, but I can’t find the words and the images don’t come either.  You’d think I’d recognize this by now, and yet I never seem to.  So I fret; I get frustrated; I start to grump and then EVERYTHING comes to a screeching halt.

I wish I understood this better.  I think it has something to do with when I’m rethinking a character arc.  I listened to a tiny bit of an interview of another author today and the interviewer asked if the guy avoided certain books while he was writing.  Well, he did; I think probably all authors do because you don’t want your voice or vision contaminated by someone else’s finished product which will ALWAYS seem so much better and more polished than anything you’re writing at the time.

I went back to a book I know very well and started to re-read it and thought, Wow, this book has heart.  And one of my characters is/was still looking for his.  So this book showed me a way in, but it also meant a massive rethinking.

Now the husband is okay with thinking; his opinion is that a day of heavy thinking or planning counts for at least as much as writing, and to a certain extent, he’s right…unless thinking becomes avoidance, which I think it has the potential to be for me.  The downside, of course, is that if I don’t think, I flounder and when I flounder, I start using a fork to dig out the words, and then everything just goes to hell in a hand basket.

Anyway…before yesterday and today, it was an okay week.  Sometimes I also think I do myself a disservice by NOT taking a day off once a week.  But I don’t.  Getting started again and back in the groove is tough.

WRITING OUT LOUD
Stay Dead (started 5/05; Days 1-4, false start)

Day 1: 1000                 Day 23-26: 9450                           Day 51-52: 4500
Day 2: 1200                 Day 27: (novella) 2000               Day 53-57: 6000
Day 3: 1800                 Day 28: 2500                                Day 58-61: 10,200
Day 4: 1350                 Day 29-32: 8850                          Day 62-67: 11,250
Day 5: 1000                 Day 33: 3400
Day 6: 2000                LONDON HIATUS (13 days)
Day 7-10: ~4500        Day 34: 3000
Day 11-12: ~5000       Day 35-39: 9,800
Day 13: 1600               Day 40-43: 10,500
Day 14: 2300               Day 44: 2000
Day 15-17: 4450          Day 45-47: 6000
Day 18-19: 4500         Day 48: 4000
Day 20-22: 5220        Day 49-50: 3500

Blog Post: 535
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What I’m Watching:
Finished up Peaky Blinders.  Well done.  Then started in on Trumbo, a surprisingly good movie so far.  The Olympics off and on.  I just don’t have the time to devote to them that I would like.
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What I’m Reading:
A gammisch: Missing, Presumed for relaxation; taking a look back at some Stephen King (and noticing just how clunky some of this early stuff is, so that gives me hope).  Have I read anything else?  I’m sure I have; just nothing jumps to mind at the moment.
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What I’m Listening to:
You know, I’ve downloaded several books and listened to none yet.  I’m too conflicted.  Like…stop, I know you wrote a good book; go away.

Away for a Spell

THE DAY

My goodness, it’s late.

I’ll make this short and sweet.  I think I mentioned last time–five days ago!–that I’d be out of town for a long weekend.  I was; it was nice and thanks for asking.  I did manage to get a few hours’ work done on Friday, but that was it until today.  I also didn’t keep a GREAT count, but I know I made a lot of words before I left (one day was about 3700) and then a solid 2000 that one Friday.  So I’ll guesstimate.

I also know that I struggled for days to find the right way to end this one section.  DAYS.  Today, even.

As always, coming back after a long break, I’m grumpy and moving only in fits and starts and looking at this book and wondering why I ever thought it was a good idea.  Grumped at the husband, who grumped back. :<P

WRITING OUT LOUD
Stay Dead (started 5/05; Days 1-4, false start)

Day 1: 1000                 Day 23-26: 9450                           Day 51-52: 4500
Day 2: 1200                 Day 27: (novella) 2000               Day 53-57: 6000
Day 3: 1800                 Day 28: 2500                                Day 58-61: 10,200
Day 4: 1350                 Day 29-32: 8850
Day 5: 1000                 Day 33: 3400
Day 6: 2000                LONDON HIATUS (13 days)
Day 7-10: ~4500        Day 34: 3000
Day 11-12: ~5000       Day 35-39: 9,800
Day 13: 1600               Day 40-43: 10,500
Day 14: 2300               Day 44: 2000
Day 15-17: 4450          Day 45-47: 6000
Day 18-19: 4500         Day 48: 4000
Day 20-22: 5220        Day 49-50: 3500

Blog Post: 400
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What I’m Watching:
On the insistence of a Whoian, I’m back at the beginning of the reboot.  Just finished the plastic people thing.  Silly, and this Doctor doesn’t do anything for me.  I really can see what a kid’s show this was/is, though it’s strange that when Who is good, it’s very good.
Also started the third season of Peaky Blinders.  I’m. . . only kind of meh.  It’s been so long, I’ve forgotten the thread of the story, though.  I mean, I pretty much get it, but a few references, I’m like . . . wuh?
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What I’m Reading:
Read a short novella by Jo Nesbo, Blood on Snow.  It was okay.  Started Devil in a Blue Dress just because I’ve never read Mosley, and also sampled Tripwire by Child.  I don’t know how this Reacher snuck by me last year unless I simply decided I’d had it with the series.  This book opens in Reacher’s past, though, which is promising.  Lately, the character’s felt stale, and the situations have been contrived.
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What I’m Listening to:
Dr. Khan, giving Trump the what-for, and Trump, making more of an ass out of himself than he already is.

Down a Rabbit Hole

THE DAY

Wow, has it really been five days since I’ve visited?  What have I been doing?

Writing and thinking and outlining and writing and . . .

As books come together and plot threads become evident, things change.  They always do.  It’s really amazing to see how different this book is from what I’d envisioned or started days ago.  I’m not saying this is all easy or welcome.  Actually, today, a Facebook friend posted something right on:

“You have to surrender to your mediocrity, and just write. Because it’s hard, really hard, to write even a crappy book. But it’s better to write a book that kind of sucks rather than no book at all, as you wait around to magically become Faulkner.”

Yesterday, I was beating myself upside down and sideways because I only managed to outline the next chapter.  But it WAS writing. (See how I’m still justifying it?)

When this many days go by and I have only 6000 words to show for it all, I start to wonder just what I’m doing.  Then I think–stop, shut up, just write.

WRITING OUT LOUD
Stay Dead (started 5/05; Days 1-4, false start)

Day 1: 1000                 Day 23-26: 9450                           Day 51-52: 4500
Day 2: 1200                 Day 27: (novella) 2000               Day 53-57: 6000
Day 3: 1800                 Day 28: 2500
Day 4: 1350                 Day 29-32: 8850
Day 5: 1000                 Day 33: 3400
Day 6: 2000                LONDON HIATUS (13 days)
Day 7-10: ~4500        Day 34: 3000
Day 11-12: ~5000       Day 35-39: 9,800
Day 13: 1600               Day 40-43: 10,500
Day 14: 2300               Day 44: 2000
Day 15-17: 4450          Day 45-47: 6000
Day 18-19: 4500         Day 48: 4000
Day 20-22: 5220        Day 49-50: 3500

Blog Post:440
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What I’m Watching:
The Last Ship is still quite entertaining, although I saw this last big shocker coming.  (It is the only way the next season can run, but I gotta say: the series only REALLY works when Chandler’s in charge.  (And I still miss Rachel Scott.)  Then saw an episode of Stranger Things, which is still only . . . it’s okay.  I’m still not RIVETED.  But it’s good clean fun.  Maybe I need my TV to be uncomplicated for a bit.

Oh, and got to the end of Season 6 WHO and now back at the beginning of the reboot, just about fifteen minutes into “Rose.”

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What I’m Reading:
Boy, I’m kind of all over the place.  The Dead Zone was just deadly.  Firestarter is . . . okay.  I need something new to read and probably not something close to what I’m writing.  I keep saying mystery, so go find one!
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What I’m Listening to:
Amazingly, the DNC, in fits and starts.  Not at the moment.  Really, there’s nothing they can say either that will sway me one way or the other.  I have to admit, though, that Corey Booker gave a great speech.

And folks who don’t find it concerning that Putin may have helped release those DNC emails?  Be worried; this is a guy who wants Trump.

Can of Worms

That I’ve just opened. :<P

THE DAY

This has been one of those days when you don’t know if what you’ve just done is good or bad.  Maybe this is what comes of writing into the dark, but the narrative took another unexpected twist, principally because the POV character I struggled over yesterday finally came into focus today.  (Yes, it was a BAD writing day yesterday, though the husband–bless him–did say that thinking is never bad and probably important when it comes to little things like, oh, plotting.)  I knew that sleeping on the kid would be the right move.  What I didn’t expect was that his story would push another character in a different direction.  This really doesn’t . . . well, affect him all that much. I mean, what happens to him will happen…but it will change the aftermath from what I’d thought.

So…heck.

Another hard part is making this all sound like I”m not ripping off someone else.  Like I watched the first episode and a half of Stranger Things, and all I could think was . . . okay, this is kind of a mash-up of E.T., The Stand, and Cloverfield 8 all rolled into one.  I’m sure it’s infinitely more nuanced and/or involved than that, but that’s what I thought.

So, okay, there truly may be nothing new under the sun.  The trick is how to keep it all fresh and interesting.

Yeah, so I only have to figure that out.

WRITING OUT LOUD
Stay Dead (started 5/05; Days 1-4, false start)

Day 1: 1000                 Day 23-26: 9450                           Day 51-52: 4500
Day 2: 1200                 Day 27: (novella) 2000
Day 3: 1800                 Day 28: 2500
Day 4: 1350                 Day 29-32: 8850
Day 5: 1000                 Day 33: 3400
Day 6: 2000                LONDON HIATUS (13 days)
Day 7-10: ~4500        Day 34: 3000
Day 11-12: ~5000       Day 35-39: 9,800
Day 13: 1600               Day 40-43: 10,500
Day 14: 2300               Day 44: 2000
Day 15-17: 4450          Day 45-47: 6000
Day 18-19: 4500         Day 48: 4000
Day 20-22: 5220        Day 49-50: 3500

Blog Post: 475
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What I’m Reading:
Gosh, nothing.  I’m between books, aren’t I?  Chucked Firestarter?  Yeah, it’s only been a day or so, and I can’t remember.  Oh, right…I was going to find a murder mystery or something.  Well, I haven’t found it yet.  I will.
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What I’m Watching:
As above; it’s pretty good.  I’m also one episode away from the end of Season 6 WHO.  I don’t know if I’ll continue.  To be frank, the story is … thin.  I like Matt Smith; he’s fine, but the writing’s uneven and there just isn’t the depth I’ve come to like in a TV show.  As a friend said, this is essentially a kid’s show dressed up for adults, and I think that’s right.  But we’ll see.
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What I’m Listening to:
I managed about five seconds of the RNC and then wondered why I bothered.  There is nothing any of these people can say that won’t set my teeth.  That being said, there is also no reason for me to listen in to the DNC, though I wouldn’t mind if Bill and Obama speak.  Hillary, I don’t care; I’m voting for her anyway.  But these other guys might be interesting.

A Little Fagged

THE DAY

As so often happens after a huge push, I’m drained the next day.  What I’ve written percolates in my head, though, and I almost always revisit the previous day’s work, if only to remind myself what’s going on.  It’s as if I need to read the last couple of pages to get a running start again.

So, anyway, I was just beat on Saturday.  I don’t think it helps that I never sleep all that well with the husband gone.  Actually, I do okay for a day or so, but then it gets tough.  So Saturday was a little torturous, one of those days when I’m thinking, oh, take a break; you’ve earned it.

Of course, I work through it.  Not terrifically efficiently but enough to rethink things that have come before, know where to put information to set up what comes later.  So I worked all day, went to the gym, got back home in time to make dinner for the husband who reappeared last night.  We had our Friday Cocktail then, a decent dinner.  And then sleep.

Today was better. I still had to revise a ton and put in several pages with information I hadn’t had before, but that’s okay.  Telling a story is all about parsing out information and balancing how much you show with how much you tell.

Tomorrow, a new section, new character.  :<P  Make sure I get his voice right.

I also need to find a new title.

WRITING OUT LOUD
Stay Dead (started 5/05; Days 1-4, false start)

Day 1: 1000                 Day 23-26: 9450
Day 2: 1200                 Day 27: (novella) 2000
Day 3: 1800                 Day 28: 2500
Day 4: 1350                 Day 29-32: 8850
Day 5: 1000                 Day 33: 3400
Day 6: 2000                LONDON HIATUS (13 days)
Day 7-10: ~4500        Day 34: 3000
Day 11-12: ~5000       Day 35-39: 9,800
Day 13: 1600               Day 40-43: 10,500
Day 14: 2300               Day 44: 2000
Day 15-17: 4450          Day 45-47: 6000
Day 18-19: 4500         Day 48: 4000
Day 20-22: 5220        Day 49-50: 3500

Blog Post: 600
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What I’m Watching:
All caught up on The Last Ship.   I had despaired, but it’s finding its groove. I would so very much love the Sasha character to disappear, though.  She’s just irritating.
Also watched another episode of The Americans with the husband.  He’s quite taken with the show.
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What I’m Reading:
Well, got bored with Firestarter.  I’ll try out The Dead Zone, but I’m not hopeful.  I might not be in the mood.  Maybe a good mystery–something not at all similar to what I’m doing–would be better.
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What I’m Listening to:
Certainly the news out of Turkey and then more blather about Trump.  Turkey. . . you know, it’s a fairly young democracy with a very long history of autocracy and dictatorships.  I can kind of understand why the EU’s not keen on letting Turkey in.  I mean, can you imagine this happening in Belgium, the Netherlands, France?  No, neither can I.  The Turkish government just isn’t that stable, and Erdogan is very happy to play the bully if he needs to.  (Purging the military?  I understand…but a purge?  Saddam Hussein did that.  Gaddafi, Mubarak . . . strongmen purge.)

Trump just gives me a headache when he isn’t scaring me to death.  I really worry that he’s got a very good chance, especially if Dems go for a Green party candidate or the Independents.  I still remember the shambles Nader made.  Some commentators are making the calculus that Trump shares qualities with Reagan.  Well, that would be no.  Yes, it’s true that Reagan actually knew very little, but he was temperamentally Trump’s polar opposite.  Look, I don’t think that any president can know everything, but a president should at least know something.  Trump’s ignorance is breathtaking.

My worry?  Neither candidate gets a majority and then it goes to the House, where the Republicans will be happy to take us all down with them.

The Husband’s Still Away

And I’m still working.

THE DAY

Not much to report, although there was about an hour or so this morning when I thought, blah, don’t work; kick back, do something else.  Then I thought, no, finish this one section and then you can knock off.  I was just being avoidant.

So I worked, pretty much all day.  Got up to stretch once in a while.  At one point, I thought, crap, I got to stop but then remembered that my personal trainer’s out of town.  So I considered the errands I wanted to run, decided they could wait a day, and just steamed ahead.

In the end, I got where I wanted and needed to be.  My butt is killing me.

WRITING OUT LOUD
Stay Dead (started 5/05; Days 1-4, false start)

Day 1: 1000                 Day 23-26: 9450
Day 2: 1200                 Day 27: (novella) 2000
Day 3: 1800                 Day 28: 2500
Day 4: 1350                 Day 29-32: 8850
Day 5: 1000                 Day 33: 3400
Day 6: 2000                LONDON HIATUS (13 days)
Day 7-10: ~4500        Day 34: 3000
Day 11-12: ~5000       Day 35-39: 9,800
Day 13: 1600               Day 40-43: 10,500
Day 14: 2300               Day 44: 2000
Day 15-17: 4450          Day 45-47: 6000
Day 18-19: 4500         Day 48: 4000
Day 20-22: 5220

Blog Post: 320
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What I’m Watching: The Last Ship.  Beginning to look up.  I’ll stick with it, but I miss Rachel Scott.  The chemistry between Chandler and this new chick just isn’t there (and I miss Tex).
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What I’m Reading:
Still inching through Firestarter. Don’t ask me why.  It’s fitfully entertaining, but there will come a day when King won’t be writing any more and this will be it.
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What I’m Listening to:
Not a thing.  Well, the news: the reports out of Turkey right now aren’t great.  The whole Nice thing . . . I know people are calling it an “attack,” but let’s get real: unless something else comes to light, this was one angry guy lashing out with the best weapon he had available.  It’s awful; it’s no better than any American shooter (and he took out a hell of a lot of people very quickly).  But it’s not a terrorist attack.  Not everything is terror.  Sometimes people are just twisted and angry.

When the Husband’s Away

I work. I also play, just not very much.

THE DAY

So the husband jetted off this morning at 5:30.  I lay there about another forty minutes and then decided, screw it, I’m up.

Been working steadily for the last few days, which is why I’m so quiet.  What I have to say, I put on the page 😉  I wish I could say that things are going FAST.  They’re going the way they have to go, I think.  Best I can do.

I’d also intended to work this evening but got sidetracked with a friend.  Just got back about a half hour ago; snarked some dinner; and now going to bed so I can do this again tomorrow.  I know what needs to be done; just got to screw the butt into the chair.

WRITING OUT LOUD
Stay Dead (started 5/05; Days 1-4, false start)

Day 1: 1000                 Day 23-26: 9450
Day 2: 1200                 Day 27: (novella) 2000
Day 3: 1800                 Day 28: 2500
Day 4: 1350                 Day 29-32: 8850
Day 5: 1000                 Day 33: 3400
Day 6: 2000                LONDON HIATUS (13 days)
Day 7-10: ~4500        Day 34: 3000
Day 11-12: ~5000       Day 35-39: 9,800
Day 13: 1600               Day 40-43: 10,500
Day 14: 2300               Day 44: 2000
Day 15-17: 4450          Day 45-47: 6000
Day 18-19: 4500
Day 20-22: 5220

Blog Post: 350
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What I’m Reading:
Still on Firestarter.  It’s okay.
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What I’m Listening to:
Started The Shut Eye and I just couldn’t stomach listening to the woman pining away for her son.  I know; that’s awful of me; I should be more sympathetic.  But I couldn’t dredge up any.  I might come back to the book; I might not. We’ll see.  Went back to Wayward instead, which isn’t bad.  My problem is that I know this trilogy, but I’m at a loss for a decent listen after Extreme Prey.  I’ll find something.
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What I’m Watching:
A couple of Whos  over the last two days, though nothing today because I swam.  Finally got a little Who’ed out by some not so wonderful episodes and started in on The Last Ship‘s third season…but what the hell did they do to the show I liked?  My GAWD, without Rachel Scott, it’s like the dialogue is lame and the whole let’s give the captain another cutie doesn’t work for me.  Lame.  This had better improve; I paid for this season.  That’ll teach me.

Some Days

You just work.

THE DAY

Nothing amazing to report, though I have noticed–yet again–that when I’m done with a big push through a section and now starting out in someone else’s head, different section…I stall.  Takes forEVER to get going.  I got words down and like everything else, I get new and better ideas when I walk away.

Ah, the joys of writing in the dark.

Totally apropos of nothing: Cameron’s exit is fascinating.  I can only think that HE’S thinking: All right, I let Theresa May deal with all the mess that Brexit will cause and when everyone’s good and sick of her, then I pop back to save the day.  Or he just doesn’t want to take the blame.  Whatever; Brexit was self-inflicted but still not his fault.  The Brits are in big trouble but still don’t know it.  They should pay attention, however, to the fact that real estate speculators and funds are scurrying away and dumping British real estate.  This is going to be ugly.

WRITING OUT LOUD
Stay Dead (started 5/05; Days 1-4, false start)

Day 1: 1000                 Day 23-26: 9450
Day 2: 1200                 Day 27: (novella) 2000
Day 3: 1800                 Day 28: 2500
Day 4: 1350                 Day 29-32: 8850
Day 5: 1000                 Day 33: 3400
Day 6: 2000                LONDON HIATUS (13 days)
Day 7-10: ~4500        Day 34: 3000
Day 11-12: ~5000       Day 35-39: 9,800
Day 13: 1600               Day 40-43: 10,500
Day 14: 2300               Day 44: 2000
Day 15-17: 4450
Day 18-19: 4500
Day 20-22: 5220

Blog Post: 250

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What I’m Watching:
Not a blessed thing.  Swam.
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What I’m Reading:
Firestarter.  Clunky but not bad.  Now why no one ever got on King’s case for his portrayal of a half-Cherokee, I don’t know.
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What I’m Listening to:
Extreme Prey.  Oh, Lucas, Lucas…

Woman of Steel

Butt of Iron.

THE DAY

And it was one of those days.  After wrestling with this section all bloody week (except yesterday when I came close to murder and ended up drinking a martini instead), I decided that this was it; no more futzing around; FINISH this sucker.  So I pretty much didn’t budge from the chair ALL day.  I even skipped exercising in favor of muscling through this puppy.

I did it: about 4500 K.  My butt is sore.  I’ve got heartburn, too.  I think it’s time for a walk–if it’s not so hot I want to put a bullet through my head; I could never ever live in Arizona (though I did manage Texas, twice)–and then, tomorrow, I get to do this all over again.  New section, moving on.

WRITING OUT LOUD
Stay Dead (started 5/05; Days 1-4, false start)

Day 1: 1000                 Day 23-26: 9450
Day 2: 1200                 Day 27: (novella) 2000
Day 3: 1800                 Day 28: 2500
Day 4: 1350                 Day 29-32: 8850
Day 5: 1000                 Day 33: 3400
Day 6: 2000                LONDON HIATUS (13 days)
Day 7-10: ~4500        Day 34: 3000
Day 11-12: ~5000       Day 35-39: 9,800
Day 13: 1600               Day 40-43: 10,500
Day 14: 2300
Day 15-17: 4450
Day 18-19: 4500
Day 20-22: 5220

Blog Post: 400
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What I’m Watching:
Still on Dr. Who, season 6.  I have to say, I saw a lot of it coming and then other stuff not.  It’s still fun enough that I’ll watch.  A friend says I need to go back to the beginning of the reboot before going further, and I’m like…whine, whine…but I like Matt Smith!  But, oh-KAY.
Also got the husband hooked on The Americans.  Fun for me to re-watch it from the beginning, too. I’d forgotten quite a bit.
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What I’m Reading:
Firestarter.  Again.  Never did manage to get much past a few chapters the first around.  This time, I’m either more curious or less impatient; I don’t know.  (OTOH, I really have decided to chuck End of Watch.  I am just not interested.)  Similarly, The Shining Girls, while interesting, just wasn’t . . . compelling.  I don’t care about the characters at all, so it’s like . . . meh.  Move on.
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What I’m Listening to:
Extreme Prey.  It’s my present to myself.  The husband says I cut Sandford way more slack than, say, King because I like Lucas Davenport.  He’s right; I’m attached to the character, so I’ll forgive less than stellar writing.  I just hope this isn’t the last Prey book.

Young Adult/Thrillers/F&SF/Romantic Suspense