July 6th.
The sixth of July is my brother's birthday (or it has been most years, not sure how Leap Years work), though I don't imagine we're close enough to wish each other a happy one anymore. I saw him on the 4th, and gave him some cash for some comics from his childhood I sold. That'll have to do.
It has been insanely hot the last few days. I don't usually complain about the heat, because I like it and truly loathe the people who go on and on about it (it doesn't make it any cooler to hear you bitch, Auntie Gretchin), but that has helped give me the excuse not to write. Heck, I can barely edit podcasts (though I spent Wednesday editing the next PTDNSIN, and the next day editing the Fake Sean song that follows it).
Here on my PC (that's Personal Computer, but it also means you're not supposed to use racial slurs or bigoted language around it), I've been putting the finishing touches on a project called "Journey Into Another Dimension Through A Portal Near a Truck Stop Restroom," a story I probably mentioned back in January of '16 when I started it. I was quite enamored with that title through all of 2016 (even made a mock-up of a cover for it, which was an image about 80% covered with text) . . . but this year, I'm not so sure.
I wracked my brains to come up with an alternate title, and decided on "Exotic Honeymoon," but it tells you much less than the original did. And there's very little Punk Rock attitude with that title. Anyway, I am at the end of that now, and after maybe one more day, I can put it behind me and start working on the other belated work.
I half-dread, half-look forward to it.
Here on my PC (that's Personal Computer, but it also means you're not supposed to use racial slurs or bigoted language around it), I've been putting the finishing touches on a project called "Journey Into Another Dimension Through A Portal Near a Truck Stop Restroom," a story I probably mentioned back in January of '16 when I started it. I was quite enamored with that title through all of 2016 (even made a mock-up of a cover for it, which was an image about 80% covered with text) . . . but this year, I'm not so sure.
I wracked my brains to come up with an alternate title, and decided on "Exotic Honeymoon," but it tells you much less than the original did. And there's very little Punk Rock attitude with that title. Anyway, I am at the end of that now, and after maybe one more day, I can put it behind me and start working on the other belated work.
I half-dread, half-look forward to it.
Words Written: 152
Total Words: 1165
July 7th.
Okay, today I actually got Some Writing done.* It has been kinda pathetic, what I've accomplished so far, but it adds up, and it's more than I've been writing. But today was the first day where I sat down and made myself do it, like I did in February, March, and April. Unfortunately, it was all in my notebook, so I'll just have to type it again one day, and that won't count toward my writing goals. Ah well, baby steps.
I took my notebook into a restaurant with me, wrote about three sentences before they called my name. But then I forced myself to keep writing when I was done eating. That's how it used to be, and how it needs to be again. Basically, I wrote the opening of my YA nov--
Shudder. I wrote the opening of my YA story. Hopefully, that means there will be more.
Words Written: 560
Total Words: 1725
Rish "Writer" Outfield
*The capital letters tell you I mean business.
2 comments:
It's a good thing it is a YA story because you can't write just one YA novel; they come in trees. You can try to write one YA novel, but you will be compelled by some unseen force to change your ending so that it turns the premise upside down and opens the protagonists up to a whole new reality, which will take two additional novels to resolve.
Arrrrgh. I meant they come in THREES, not trees. And I can't even blame autocorrect.
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