Had to stop because there was so much *talking.* Blah, blah, blah, mutant shape shifters blah blah bugs and death and bel dames and untrustworthy magicians and resurrections and blah blah. Need to do some sleeping and sorting tonight of what I kicked out today and yesterday, refocus, connect it, and wrap this fucker up. […]
The last one of these I posted was back in March, and it looked like this: What the fuck have I been doing the last five months? Besides moving and having a day job and getting on the pump? Fuck, no wonder I’ve felt so fucking wacked out. As of this morning: Yeah, seriously. 3K
When, after 80,000 words, a new character (new to this book) finally starts to become a real person, and you realize you’re very proud of how well she’s grown up.
I am so fucking ready for this book to be DONE. And I have 6,000 of the last 20,000 words in hand…. … in scribbled notes and loose scenes and last night I wrote a really icky drug withdrawal torture scene, and this after I thought I was done writing icky scenes. I’m thinking that
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I’m working on line edits this morning, and while paging through the typical “take out the ‘and’ insert a period” types of edits (I have a lot of winding, comma heavy sentences that must get truncated during revisions. This should not surprise anyone who reads this blog, or anybody who’s seen first drafts of my
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I think she’s an even tougher character to write than Rhys. But then, he was pretty tough to write the first time I took a crack at him, too. Fucking shape-shifting, middle-class, mother-of-two rebel cell leaders. Pain in the ass every time.
I’ve officially passed through the Dreaded Middle of the book. This isn’t so much a word count thing (I thought, until I did the word count) as a scene thing. The worst is over, and now we’re going out to kick some ass. This fact does, however, neatly dovetail with this afternoon’s wordcount (still 2500
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