Drowning Nor Waving

February 7-12, 2014 Progress Notes:

"Due North"

Words today: 3,500 all told over the past few days, and 1,400 this afternoon.
Words total: 22,100.
Reason for stopping: LEGO movie LEGO movie!

Books in progress: Farzana Doctor, Six Metres of Pavement.

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I forget how Shadow Unit stories always, always run long. :p

In any case, less than one scene off the end, and just breaking because I have set plans. Back to this tonight, all's well etc. Couple hundred more words, and this will be a wrap.

February 4, 2014 Progress Notes:

"Due North"

Words today: 2,500.
Words total: 15,000.
Reason for stopping: It's past midnight, my hands hurt a bit, and I don't want to throw my schedule entirely off.

Books in progress: Patrick Ness, More Than This.

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This is what I'm supposed to be writing, and have been in dribs and drabs for months now, between other deadlines. It's being mildly more tenacious than I expected, but today was good progress toward the end.

And otherwise: Currant-cornmeal muffins are just out of the oven, and a loaf of oregano and black pepper bread. It's cold, and I got the itch to bake when P. started dinner tonight. We're going to do a muffin each, play a round of Carcassonne, and hopefully be in bed before it gets too far into morning.

June 21, 2012 Progress Notes:

"Wild Card"

Words today: 1700.
Words total: 12,900.
Reason for stopping: Draft.

Books in progress: Ross Macdonald, The Goodbye Look.

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And draft. I had to stay home from an event I really wanted to be at to do it, but it's done, and done well in time. So I'll chalk this up as a Work comes first sort of thing, and roll right into the next project once dinner's made.

Phew.

June 19, 2012 Progress Notes:

"Wild Card"

Words today: 1900.
Words total: 9500.
Reason for stopping: Time to head out to my afternoon appointment.

Books in progress: Ross Macdonald, The Far Side of the Dollar.

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Written in a midtown coffeeshop, between midtown things to do. Population of this Starbucks: high school students studying for exams, retirees, office workers stopping in for takeout, or lunch, or whatever. Not a freelancer or a glimpse of plaid in sight. This plug, and this table, has been mine uncontested since 11:15 this morning.

This is looking like it might just come in at the estimated wordcount. And soon. Woot woot. :)

June 14, 2012 Progress Notes:

"Wild Card"

Words today: 1000.
Words total: 6500.
Reason for stopping: Time to meet the people for the dinner and then the concerts.

Books in progress: Ross Macdonald, The Chill.

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Somehow, in between a whole bunch of errands in the morning/afternoon and lunch and heading out shortly to see some bands, my daily word requirement.

I still have no idea what sets I'm catching tonight, but expect a report of fabulousness when I get home.

June 7, 2012 Progress Notes:

"Wild Card"

Words today: 2400.
Words total: 2800.
Reason for stopping: I have been at this all day and my hands hurt.

Books in progress: Geoff Ryman, The King's Last Song.

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It's been raining off and on today, so I've been writing, and then snacking, and writing, and doing dishes, and cooking, and writing, and writing. I will say two things about this:

1) I love it when the solution to my plot problem is something we set up as a character quirk three years ago;
2) I am making myself laugh with my own hilarious.

You may laugh too, or not, when this comes out. But rest assured, one of us is having fun.

December 3, 2011 Progress Notes:

"Five Autopsies"

Words today: 2,800 over a few days.
Words total: 14,200.
Reason for stopping: Draft.

Books in progress: Kendare Blake, Anna Dressed in Blood.

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Cut a lot finer than I'd like, but it ballooned on me in a kind of unexpected way. In any case: done.

And we here at the Treehouse need dinner, badly.

November 29, 2011 Progress Notes:

"Five Autopsies"

Words today: 1,100.
Words total: 9,650.
Reason for stopping: Work tomorrow! Sleeeeep! Yawn!

Books in progress: Tristan Hughes, Eye Lake.

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This is what we term "skating a deadline". It is not a thing we advise you to do at home. It is the late November, and as usual for this time of year, I suddenly have way too much to do, not enough hours or brainpower to do it, and that kind of fluttery feeling in my chest as all those little things to do rush at me and pixelate and fragment.

Lucky for you? I'm used to it. And it'll be tight, but it'll get done on time. This thing is well out of the place of actual creating, and into the place of sutures and string and the tying-up of the ends.

(And one of these days I need to figure out why it's always this month that explodes on me. Seriously. Half of why I never did NaNo is because which genius put it in November?)

Bed. More triple axles to pull tomorrow if this is to go according to plan.