Of course, this could be titled “Why can’t Val do anything on a regular basis?” I seem to have issues with regularity, and I wonder why.
It could be that somewhere in my dim, distant past, something linked “a regular routine” with “boring” and I HATE boring with a fiery passion. And yes, I know that routine doesn’t have to be boring. I just don’t seem to be able to stick with it.
However, I am not a quitter, and so I’m trying again. With some differences, of course – if it hasn’t worked before, why would I try the same thing? Also, see boring, above. This time, I’m leaving my laptop at the studio, forcing myself to go in. And I’ll be doing my blog updates at the same time as my writing – they may not be long, but dammit, I’m going to update! Starting today.
I’m on the tail-end of pneumonia (yeah, in the summer. I’m talented, what can I say?), and I’m coming off a low that is partly sickness, partly sadness, and partly frustration. My new goal is 250 words a day. I’m on the Magic Spreadsheet again, and I’ve got a couple of projects that I’m working on. I have an editor for Winter’s Secrets, and one of the projects in the queue is the wedding of the summer – Molly and Drew are getting married on July 25, and they hope you’ll be there for it! There’s a 6-day Summer Advent story that will be going on, and there will be at least one prize (come on, you want one of their wedding favors, don’t you?), so keep a look out for that!
Okay, I’ve got a lot to do today, so off to the word mines!
Quick update, because it’s late and I’m tired. :p But I’ve been quiet here too long.
I’ve given up for the moment on writing in the mornings – I’m just not a morning person, and there’s not enough tea in the world to change that, sadly. But I have a studio, and I’ve always been a night person. So I will write at night.
I’m currently working on the plotting for Deep Waters, which has become a novel, not a novella. Which is good on one hand – more Sapph! Yay! But it’s going to take me longer to write (sorry). I’m aiming for a minimum of 250 words a day, every day – today I got 935 words on the plotting. This is a good thing.
I also got the cover for Winter Secrets today, and I’ll be sharing that soon. It’s really going to happen! We’re going to have a hardcover Molly and Schrodinger book! I’m so excited!
More later – I promise. But I didn’t want to continue to not write here.
Well, the rough draft is, anyways. I’m going to let it sit for a week while I sketch out the next book (different series – going for a paranormal romance next – first book of a 3-book series), and then I’m going to settle into revisions. But it’s done!
And did I mention that yesterday was Day 50? Now I did.
Yesterday, I hit Level 3 in the Magic Spreadsheet. This means that my new word count goal for the day is 350 words, and that I am chugging along. The first Pendragon novella is at a little over 14k, and is coming along nicely. I’m thinking it will probably top out at 25k, which is great. I can’t wait to share it with you guys!
Today’s wordcount was 445, and I did it in about 45 minutes. Writing in the morning is working out well. No darlings today, but I’ll be sharing more in the days coming.
Now, time for lunch and getting ready for work. Have a good day, folks!
So, I’ve been back to work on the Day Job for three half-days. Today, I’m exhausted (although I don’t know if it’s because of the two hours at the dentist today to repair a broken tooth or just low stamina), but I have the next FIVE days off, so I’ll be able to sleep in, do some necessary refueling, and see how I feel next week. Luckily, my doctor is happy to extend my part-time status if needed. Finding a good doctor is so key – I’m very lucky with mine. Seriously, if you have health issues and your doctor doesn’t talk to you or listen to you, fire them. Otherwise, you’re just setting yourself up to fail.
This weekend, I’m doing some planning. I want to redesign the website (because I’m aware it sucks. There’s a reason I’m not a website designer, I’m a writer). I’m going to actually PLAN it out, though, rather than just try and do it online. I’m also doing some writing plans, which will involve calendars and metrics and all sorts of fun stuff. I’m determined to keep my writing going, and this year is the year when I write stuff that I can then pitch to people. I’m not kidding when I say I have nothing held back. I’ve sold everything that I have finished. I have nothing to pitch. That is not a good situation to be in. So this year is the year of writing.
I also need to start working on some publicity things for Last Rites. I’m working on the page proofs this week, and then I will have some interesting news for you guys. And some teasers! And maybe, just maybe, some other things that you might be interested in.
And now, I’m going to bed. Because I’m mean that way.
In fact, I’m doing really well. Just amazingly busy. (What else is new?)
I’m up to day 34 of writing every day. I leveled up last week, which means in order to get my points, I have to write 300 words a day, not 250. I’m not up to NaNo level yet, but the habit is really sticking. I have high hopes for Camp NaNo next month!
The current project is Pendragon Casefiles #1 – ghost story. It needs a better title, but that will come. At this point, it’s going to be a novella. I’m looking at doing a series of them. In anticipation of that, I submitted a prequel story to Every Photo Tells… for their March photo. As soon as that goes live, I’ll have a link for you!
I’m also still in training for my 5k run in April – only like 3 weeks away! Eek! I’m so not ready.
But I’ll make it through. The current plan is to blog here 3 days a week (Monday, Wednesday and Friday) and blog over at Cassandra’s blog on Tuesday and Thursday. That blog is going to be more centered towards editing and proofreading, but there will be all sorts of things going on at both.
More info to come.
That’s the current chain on my writing. I have now written at least 250 words for the last 12 days in a row. I love it. I’m finally getting things done. I’ve already finished the rough draft of a short story for Every Photo Tells and gotten the synopsis for the first of the Pendragon Casefiles (which is the new series I’m working on) done. I’ve also started the actual rough draft for Pendragon 1 (which really needs a title…so does the short story, for that matter). I’m embracing a new me – one that does, rather than says. One that writes, rather than talks about writing.
Race day is coming up too – April 6. Just a bit over 6 weeks. Eek! But I’m heading to the gym, and I’m working on running. I will cross that finish line. I will.
Also, I’m branching out a bit. Those who know me know that I’ve been building a bit of an alter-ego for a while, because I’m looking at branching out in the stuff I’m writing. However, I’m changing her focus (sort of). I was a copy editor and proofreader at a major newspaper for several years (the Daily Campus, which is the 5th largest daily newspaper in Connecticut), and I’m offering proofreading services. If you are self-publishing, or just want to make sure your manuscript has no typos in it before you start submitting, stop by Cassandra’s blog to look at rates and other information. I’m not editing right now (I don’t have enough time) but I’m a good, fast proofreader.
That’s life lately! I’m trying to update the blogs as I get a chance, and I have several ideas in the hopper of things that I want to do. Including a full website redo. At some point. And I’ll probably do a blog post soon about being a ghost hunter. Especially since we’re getting busy!
Starting Count: 0
Ending Count: 1008
Total Words: 1008
“It’s an easy enough job.”
He was as good as his word. Rose was napping when he came back in, curled up in the overstuffed chair in front of the dying fire, but the sound of his scales shushing along the tiled floor brought her back to full wakefulness.
Her right hand clenched as she fought to stay still, not cover the tattoo he stared at so intently. The black rose covered her entire right cheek and part of her eyelid, the stem trailing down her neck and into the collar of her black shirt. She’d actually pulled her hair back today, so the tattoo was even more visible than normal.
Starting Word Count: 6966
Ending Word Count: 7568
New Words: 602
“That happened in the crash?” I wondered how fast she’d been going when she hit the tree.
It hadn’t been; Marguerite herself came out to apologize for the lack. “It usually comes around 9 am, but for some reason, it’s late today,” she said, putting the glass of juice in front of me. “I’ve put a call in to Neil, asking him to bring in a few copies when he comes in. He should be here soon.” She smiled down at us. “Now, what would you like for breakfast?”
The oak table, scarred by generations of diners, dominated the room. It was lit by a stunning silver chandelier, and our chairs faced the large bay windows that looked out over a formal garden. Two places had been set with sturdy stoneware plates and mugs, and a thermal carafe was set between the settings. David reached for it hungrily, even though I knew he’d already had at least one cup of coffee in his room. I’d woken up to the aroma wafting in through the connecting bathroom.
Finished Chapter 1, and on to Chapter 2. Also, apparently I didn’t have the word count widget set up right in Scrivener. Oops. Still, 7.5k isn’t bad.
Sapph is NOT going to be happy when she finally gets that newspaper, let me tell you.
Starting word count: 2326
Ending word count: 2903
New words: 577
He leaned on his cane, looking down at me, wry amusement and pain warring in his blue eyes. I didn’t recognize him, but he apparently recognized me. “Really, Sapph,” he continued, not bothering to extend a hand to me as I just gaped at him. “You’re getting wet.”
She’d been pretty, once. Now, with half her face covered by a bloody curtain of hair and her teeshirt in scorched shreds, her right arm hanging uselessly at her side, she was a horror.
I snorted. “I don’t believe in angels. Or demons, or anything else like that.” My fingers curled around the door handle. I didn’t want to turn my back on him, but I had to see what, if anything, was still inside.
“It doesn’t really matter if you believe, Sapph.” He walked over to the other side of the car, not noticing the slick mud. “Their existence has very little to do with anyone’s belief.”
You know, I’m not writing a zombie story, but damn, that ending line sort of looks like I am.
I’ve been absent. Sorry about that. Life has been…well, it’s been life. But I have been writing! I even have metrics for today!
Starting Count: 0
Ending Count: 1421
New words: 1421
“Jesus Christ, Sapph, what the hell are you doing?”
A shudder walked across my skin at that thought.
“Car’s fine,” David said, opening his door and shattering my concentration, sending whatever I’d been about to remember fleeing into the recesses of my brain. I scowled at him as he slid back into the car. “What?”
Things we’ve learned: Sapph and David are so not playing well together. And Sapph travels in tailored pants and silk blouses.
The official NaNo counter says I’m at 15911 words, which is a bit over 9k of where I need to be. However, I’ve written over 4k today, so I’m happy, and if I can do that over the next few days, I should be able to catch up.
Short post because my arm hurts. I wrote a LOT today!
Sorry, it’s been hard to update. I’m currently at 11,107 words for NaNo, so I’ve made it over 1/5 of the way. Yay! I’ll do more words later today, and now that I know how to get a word count on the Neo (yes, it’s written on the back, and no, of course I didn’t look there, why would I?) I can update a bit more often. I hope.
Starting Count: 0
Ending Count: 637
New Words: 637
How did I get myself into these situations?
We ended up in the middle of the road, sideways, like a cop car doing a roadblock.
Andrew, with his lopsided smile and short dark curls, longer than his father the head of the law firm approved of, just long enough to tangle my fingers in. Andrew, whose long fingers teased the softest notes from his violin, but who couldn’t sing to save his life. Andrew, who refused to let me keep him at arm’s length, dammit.
Unnamed novella. Ghosthunters. Sort of.
Starting Count: 320
Ending Count: 862
Net Gain: + 542
Current Word MTD count: 542
“You ask me this after you give me a blanket?” I grumbled, but I knew he was right. If our eyes weren’t playing tricks on us, then something was out there, and I needed to find out what.
Which argues that maybe this isn’t a place memory, David said. You aren’t an empath, and yet you can feel it. Place memories simply don’t have the power to keep up this level of emotion.
Ice flooded my veins as I changed, my mortal flesh melting away, leaving only the spirit behind. The air acquired a bite, colder than winter, with a dusty, faintly stale smell that filled my nostrils with the scent of death. I steeled myself and opened my eyes.
Nah, too cheesy a title.
800 words tonight on Rebirth, which is my story for EalC. It’s coming along well, especially now that we have some EROTICA in the first part. Yeah, I know, I know.
More tomorrow. Now, I need sleep.
Writers don’t sleep, didn’t you know that?
361 words on the new beast tonight. Erotica, and what’s the first line? “Beneath her, the city still burned.” Yep, it’s a Val story.
To be fair, the setting is post-apocalyptic cityscape, so I can be forgiven burning cities. Right?