I didn't have much time to write tonight. I had plenty of time during the day to do so (I edited a podcast, finished up two projects, and recorded my Patreon address during that time), but I left it for the end of the night, knowing I had to be up at six tomorrow for an appointment (it's 6:10, to be exact, but any time before the sun is crazy early to me)
But I forced myself to do it, and ended up the month with some productive work. I really should've gotten more done (storywise, I'm seconds away from the Big Confrontation), but I didn't quite manage, and my gut tells me I'll have plenty of time to write tomorrow, despite it being the start of a new month.
Words Today: 662
Words Total (final): 23,354
So, there you have it. Over twenty thousand words in March. And I could have done better, yes. But I could have (and have done) a lot worse. So . . . I'll see you tomorrow.
Rish
Sunday, March 31, 2019
Saturday, March 30, 2019
March Loch Ness - Day 30
I nearly didn't manage any today. I awoke and went down to my childhood home again to work with my mother and brother. Amazingly, both the front and back lawns already needed to be mowed (despite it snowing this week), and we had a metric ton of wood and garbage to haul to the town dump.
Words Today: 587
Words Total: 22,692
However, before we could go, and I had only mowed one lawn, my brother got a phone call (he's boasted that he still gets cell service in that little town, and I've no choice but to believe him) that someone had knocked down a powerline in the city he works in (it's the town I will refer to as Wallaceville in my stories from now on), and he had to get there as fast as he could to fix it and restore power to the neighborhood (he's a lineman for the power company, and has chilled my blood describing a man he knew who lost his life to electrocution five or six years ago, and how it's always a dumb, easily-avoidable mistake that could cause his death--a fact I need to keep in mind any time I complain how hard it is to write fiction or edit audio), leaving me and my seventy-one year old mother at the house to do the work.
Well, I ended up calling my cousin (who lives two towns over--the one I call McKay in my stories) to see if he would come help ease the burden, and I went back to mowing while my mom gathered garbage from the twice-damned tin garage, which has consumed multiple hours to get in the state it's now in, namely somewhat close to being cleaned out after forty-two years. I am fat and lazy and unused to physical labor (plus the damn injured ribs simply did not want me to start the lawnmower without frustrating pain), but I managed to get all the mowing done, and sat down to rest while I waited for my cousin. As I sat, I heard the sound of tires on gravel, and there he was, pulling into the driveway, only five or six seconds after I'd sat my lumpy arse down.
Luckily, with my cousin's help, we managed to drive over to the dump, and unload all the old firewood there, leaving my mom at the house. We talked about Star Wars the whole time, as we usually do, and then came back and made another trip to the dump, this time with piles and stacks and barrels full of garbage from said cursed tin garage. This time, big shock, we talked about Star Wars the whole time. Then we left to go have lunch, and ended up spending the whole day together, since my cousin's wife and daughters were out of town for the weekend.
We talked about Star Wars for, I dunno, six more hours, but I think we spoke of music and Transformers for a couple of minutes in there. It's good that I have one friend left that I can hang out with, especially since I am worse than mediocre at making new ones.
Oh, the whole reason I told you this was because . . . yes, I didn't want to write, and was looking for an excuse to do something else (in this case, blog). But it's nearly the end of March, and by this time tomorrow, my month of writing will be (ostensibly) over, and surely I can manage a few words before I go to bed.
Okay, I jotted down a scene where the point-of-view shifts to that of the villain, and I wrote five hundred or so words in a scene that should lead directly to the big confrontation. Like the one out-of-place chapter in "Into the Furnace," this is the first part of the book not from Lara's point of view (though I did write something earlier this week that detailed what happened when Lara left the room, though I don't know if that counts). I think another writer would avoid leaving the protagonist's point-of-view, or write it in a way that works better, but this bit works for me, since Lara is technically in the scene, and I've never claimed to be a great writer anyway.
I am, though, somebody who wrote every day in March. Mostly.
Words Total: 22,692
Friday, March 29, 2019
March Buntness - Day 29
Well, I got a pitiful amount of writing done yesterday, and it looks like today will be worse. I COULD still go to the library, but if I was going to go . . . I'd have gone already. That means I won't finish either project before the month is over.
But it would be amusing to me if I kept up my daily writing once March was over. I know myself too well, of course, but it would be pretty neat if I was still doing these dumb posts a week from now.
I've got more stuff to edit--a podcast with Big, a podcast with Marshal, and a podcast with Big and Marshal, and then two videos that are shot and ready to go (one is 88% finished, but my computer started being a bastard again, and I just turned the damn thing off a couple days ago, hoping it would come back on when I turned it on again. Amazingly, it did.*
Maybe I will go to the library.
***
Well, I did run over, for the last time of the month, using my mom as an excuse. She has surgery on Monday, and will be in bed for a while after, and mentioned that she'd like to see if Robin Cook has written anything lately, so I drove over and grabbed a big stack of his books (basically anything written in the 21st Century), and then sat down at the usual computer and typed away for a few minutes.
Because Gino has been there since I wrote this (he was the first person I shared "Like A Good Neighbor" with, I believe), I thought I'd name a character after him. But I've already done that . .. several times. So, I thought I'd name a character after his kid. But I didn't know if he'd be cool with that or not (people are strangely protective of their children, in a way that I can't quite seem to understand), so I asked him, and he didn't care.
We'll see if that stands when he reads the book.
If he reads the book, I mean. Don't wanna get too ahead of myself.
Words Today: 809
Words Total: 22,105
*Amazing to me, anyway. And you may be wondering, "Well, did you at least save the fucking video you had been editing for days before?" To which I say, hey, watch your language, and no, I didn't save it. I couldn't save it. The fucking computer was fucking frozen, so I couldn't save or exit anything. My options were to turn it off and hope it restarted, or to throw it across the room. And the latter option I like to keep open for my craptop. Someday, Jennifer, someday.
But it would be amusing to me if I kept up my daily writing once March was over. I know myself too well, of course, but it would be pretty neat if I was still doing these dumb posts a week from now.
I've got more stuff to edit--a podcast with Big, a podcast with Marshal, and a podcast with Big and Marshal, and then two videos that are shot and ready to go (one is 88% finished, but my computer started being a bastard again, and I just turned the damn thing off a couple days ago, hoping it would come back on when I turned it on again. Amazingly, it did.*
Maybe I will go to the library.
***
Well, I did run over, for the last time of the month, using my mom as an excuse. She has surgery on Monday, and will be in bed for a while after, and mentioned that she'd like to see if Robin Cook has written anything lately, so I drove over and grabbed a big stack of his books (basically anything written in the 21st Century), and then sat down at the usual computer and typed away for a few minutes.
Because Gino has been there since I wrote this (he was the first person I shared "Like A Good Neighbor" with, I believe), I thought I'd name a character after him. But I've already done that . .. several times. So, I thought I'd name a character after his kid. But I didn't know if he'd be cool with that or not (people are strangely protective of their children, in a way that I can't quite seem to understand), so I asked him, and he didn't care.
We'll see if that stands when he reads the book.
If he reads the book, I mean. Don't wanna get too ahead of myself.
Words Today: 809
Words Total: 22,105
*Amazing to me, anyway. And you may be wondering, "Well, did you at least save the fucking video you had been editing for days before?" To which I say, hey, watch your language, and no, I didn't save it. I couldn't save it. The fucking computer was fucking frozen, so I couldn't save or exit anything. My options were to turn it off and hope it restarted, or to throw it across the room. And the latter option I like to keep open for my craptop. Someday, Jennifer, someday.
Thursday, March 28, 2019
March Cadness - Day 28
Not sure what's wrong with me today. I'm sleepy, after having edited That Gets My Goat for only ninety minutes. I just can't keep my eyes open, and realize I haven't REALLY been listening for the last little bit. I hate to say it but, I'm going to go to sleep early. And hopefully, that means I'll wake up super early (or in the middle of the night), wanting to write, work, or edit. We'll see.
I was talking to Big the other day and he asked me if my daily writing fell apart at the end of the month, because I hadn't updated my blog in a few days. He also commented that often, the word count on my blogposts exceeded the word count of my daily writing.
And those two go hand in hand, I think.
You see, I not only resolved to write every day in March, but I resolved to blog about it, tallying my word count and posting it.
And that's a chore, kids.
But the writing itself was the priority, so I hope you can understand if several of these daily posts are late, as long as I did the writing on the day.
On this particular day, I didn't make it to the library, but instead, I wrote for a few minutes on my mom's computer (which tends to freeze up a lot less than mine does . . . which has happened twice in the ten minutes since I sat down to blog today).
In the witch story, I got to the parting of the ways scene, and I found it kind of sweet. As evil as Holcomb is (and I have to keep reminding myself...That...She's...Evil because I deliberately wrote her to sound like my grandma in her word choices and diction*), she has a genuine affection for and even grudging admiration for Lara Demming, which I think should continue no matter what passes between them.
It's hard to say whether the scene works well as part of the story, but on the day, I was pretty proud of it.
Words Today: 332
Words Total: 21,296
*Because she's supposed to be about a hundred years old, and my grandma would be about 105 if she were alive today. So, I might enjoy, if I write a bunch more of these, having Holcomb use ancient references and refer to somebody like Presidents Kennedy or Nixon as having been recently, but that would necessitate Lara staying modern and pop culture reference-y, which is difficult, since a decade has already passed (in real time) since I created her. So, I did have Holcomb refer to Sailor Swift in this piece. Whether that's cute or not is up to you.
I was talking to Big the other day and he asked me if my daily writing fell apart at the end of the month, because I hadn't updated my blog in a few days. He also commented that often, the word count on my blogposts exceeded the word count of my daily writing.
And those two go hand in hand, I think.
You see, I not only resolved to write every day in March, but I resolved to blog about it, tallying my word count and posting it.
And that's a chore, kids.
But the writing itself was the priority, so I hope you can understand if several of these daily posts are late, as long as I did the writing on the day.
On this particular day, I didn't make it to the library, but instead, I wrote for a few minutes on my mom's computer (which tends to freeze up a lot less than mine does . . . which has happened twice in the ten minutes since I sat down to blog today).
In the witch story, I got to the parting of the ways scene, and I found it kind of sweet. As evil as Holcomb is (and I have to keep reminding myself...That...She's...Evil because I deliberately wrote her to sound like my grandma in her word choices and diction*), she has a genuine affection for and even grudging admiration for Lara Demming, which I think should continue no matter what passes between them.
It's hard to say whether the scene works well as part of the story, but on the day, I was pretty proud of it.
Words Today: 332
Words Total: 21,296
*Because she's supposed to be about a hundred years old, and my grandma would be about 105 if she were alive today. So, I might enjoy, if I write a bunch more of these, having Holcomb use ancient references and refer to somebody like Presidents Kennedy or Nixon as having been recently, but that would necessitate Lara staying modern and pop culture reference-y, which is difficult, since a decade has already passed (in real time) since I created her. So, I did have Holcomb refer to Sailor Swift in this piece. Whether that's cute or not is up to you.
Wednesday, March 27, 2019
March Madness - Day 27
So, I actually took a day off from editing podcasts on Sunday (which is unusual), but I made up for it the next two days, where I finished two chapters of “Coffins,” and got partway through our next That Gets My Goat show. The one after that is a trio episode we did with Marshal Latham, and I hope I can get that one done before AVENGERS 4 comes out.
As far as “10,000 Coffins” goes (the title is actually “Ten Thousand Coffins,” written out, but with the audio files I always abbreviate it, to save time), I only have one more chapter to edit, and then it’s done. That means I can publish the audiobook in the near future. Of course, the text is all the way done, and has been for over two weeks, and I haven’t done Bo Diddley, The Originator, to publish that. Is it any wonder that I feel afraid, after all of the misery that I’ve made?
Hey, if a week goes by and I haven’t mentioned that I’ve put that out there, feel free to leave me a comment or an email calling me a dumbass, would you?
Beyond that, I went to the library again today, and wrote a bit of Lara and the Witch stuff.
Yesterday, I jotted down a few notes (which I don't count as writing, any more than these blogposts), figuring out what has to happen to get to the end of the story. Unless I've forgotten something from my initial brainstorm two years ago (and I know that I have, since I distinctly remember setting something up in the very first scene that is supposed to pay off at the climax, but I don't remember what it was, exactly), I'm much closer to being done than I would have guessed. I think I'm over seventy percent finished with the story.
And I'm not really sure how that happened. Normally, a project like this would take me months to get through (and it has, if you count the first two times I started and stalled on it), but writing everyday seems to have condensed that timeline considerably.
Which begs the question: why don't I write every day of every month, instead of just Februarys or Marches? And that's a difficult question to answer. Except that I felt uniquely motivated this year to do this, and there were days I didn't want to write, and (minus one) I forced myself to do it every one of those days, even if it was barely any words at all.
Once April hits, I might not have that resolution hanging over my head, and I will probably revert to my slovenly ways.
Or maybe not. Maybe I'll just keep going, and this project will get finished, and "Balms & Sears" will get finished, and then I'll move on to finishing "My Friend of Misery (Part 2)" and "Sins of a Sidekick." And then, who knows what I'll write?
Hmmm. When you put it that way, it sounds pretty awesome, actually.
Rish
So, I only got a bit written in the notebook (139 words), but sat down for longer on the computer (802). And I'm fine with that.
Words Today: 941
Words Total: 20,964
As far as “10,000 Coffins” goes (the title is actually “Ten Thousand Coffins,” written out, but with the audio files I always abbreviate it, to save time), I only have one more chapter to edit, and then it’s done. That means I can publish the audiobook in the near future. Of course, the text is all the way done, and has been for over two weeks, and I haven’t done Bo Diddley, The Originator, to publish that. Is it any wonder that I feel afraid, after all of the misery that I’ve made?
Hey, if a week goes by and I haven’t mentioned that I’ve put that out there, feel free to leave me a comment or an email calling me a dumbass, would you?
Beyond that, I went to the library again today, and wrote a bit of Lara and the Witch stuff.
Yesterday, I jotted down a few notes (which I don't count as writing, any more than these blogposts), figuring out what has to happen to get to the end of the story. Unless I've forgotten something from my initial brainstorm two years ago (and I know that I have, since I distinctly remember setting something up in the very first scene that is supposed to pay off at the climax, but I don't remember what it was, exactly), I'm much closer to being done than I would have guessed. I think I'm over seventy percent finished with the story.
And I'm not really sure how that happened. Normally, a project like this would take me months to get through (and it has, if you count the first two times I started and stalled on it), but writing everyday seems to have condensed that timeline considerably.
Which begs the question: why don't I write every day of every month, instead of just Februarys or Marches? And that's a difficult question to answer. Except that I felt uniquely motivated this year to do this, and there were days I didn't want to write, and (minus one) I forced myself to do it every one of those days, even if it was barely any words at all.
Once April hits, I might not have that resolution hanging over my head, and I will probably revert to my slovenly ways.
Or maybe not. Maybe I'll just keep going, and this project will get finished, and "Balms & Sears" will get finished, and then I'll move on to finishing "My Friend of Misery (Part 2)" and "Sins of a Sidekick." And then, who knows what I'll write?
Hmmm. When you put it that way, it sounds pretty awesome, actually.
Rish
So, I only got a bit written in the notebook (139 words), but sat down for longer on the computer (802). And I'm fine with that.
Words Today: 941
Words Total: 20,964
Tuesday, March 26, 2019
March Scadness - Day 26
So, I've been writing in two different locations this month: on the computer* , where I can have a machine tally up my word count and I can save it (eventually) into a larger document, and in my notebook. Thusfar, the Lara and the Witch sequel has been the typed project, and "Balms & Sears" has been in the notebook. I like it that way, since I'm technically working on two projects at the same time.
And it would have been a shame to abandon "Balms & Sears" entirely. Again.
Here's a paragraph from today's writing, totally out of context:
Holcomb’s big old car was parked right there on the curb, in the emergency space for ambulances and police cars. It was surprisingly she hadn’t gotten a ticket or had a tow truck called on her. But of course she hadn’t.
Years ago, Gino "The Lizard King" Moretto was the first person to read "Like A Good Neighbor." I still remember how it warmed my heart when he said, "Rish, this story didn't suck. Except for the parts that sucked." See? Heart a little warmer already. So, I thought it would be fun to send him little bits and pieces of this story as I write it. I'll also tell him the title first, because if I told Abbie Hilton, she'd tell me I've learned nothing from my previous failures, and if I told Big Anklevich, he'd tell me to go eff myself. If Gino thinks the title sucks . . . well, it probably does.
Writing Today: 479
Writing Total: 20,023
*The superior way, since I won't have to type it up again one day, and there's little chance of the writing getting lost.
**The traditional, but highly inferior way, especially since I have to manually count the words. Unless I want to be ambitious and type them up afterward, so the machine can count them.
And it would have been a shame to abandon "Balms & Sears" entirely. Again.
Here's a paragraph from today's writing, totally out of context:
Holcomb’s big old car was parked right there on the curb, in the emergency space for ambulances and police cars. It was surprisingly she hadn’t gotten a ticket or had a tow truck called on her. But of course she hadn’t.
Years ago, Gino "The Lizard King" Moretto was the first person to read "Like A Good Neighbor." I still remember how it warmed my heart when he said, "Rish, this story didn't suck. Except for the parts that sucked." See? Heart a little warmer already. So, I thought it would be fun to send him little bits and pieces of this story as I write it. I'll also tell him the title first, because if I told Abbie Hilton, she'd tell me I've learned nothing from my previous failures, and if I told Big Anklevich, he'd tell me to go eff myself. If Gino thinks the title sucks . . . well, it probably does.
Writing Today: 479
Writing Total: 20,023
*The superior way, since I won't have to type it up again one day, and there's little chance of the writing getting lost.
**The traditional, but highly inferior way, especially since I have to manually count the words. Unless I want to be ambitious and type them up afterward, so the machine can count them.
Monday, March 25, 2019
March Plaidness - Day 25
My nephew and I went for a fairly long drive yesterday, and the weather was nice and springlike. However, the crack on my windshield seemed to be growing at a Tribble-like pace. At one point, I grabbed a Sharpie from my notebook, and drew a little line on the glass where the crack had stopped, so we could see how fast it moved throughout the day.
And then . . . it just stopped.*
I don't imagine putting a marker line on a crack could cause it to stop growing, but I'll take what I can get.
Marshal Latham and I got together (over the phone) tonight and recorded two podcasts we had been putting off lately. It ate up a big chunk of my/our free time.
After we were done recording was one of those times where I didn't want to write, and I very nearly didn't. But hey, I could at least manage a few words at the end of the day.
Can't you?
Words Today: 223
Words Total: 19,544
*In fact, I looked again on the 28th, and the crack was still stuck in the exact same place.
And then . . . it just stopped.*
I don't imagine putting a marker line on a crack could cause it to stop growing, but I'll take what I can get.
Marshal Latham and I got together (over the phone) tonight and recorded two podcasts we had been putting off lately. It ate up a big chunk of my/our free time.
After we were done recording was one of those times where I didn't want to write, and I very nearly didn't. But hey, I could at least manage a few words at the end of the day.
Can't you?
Words Today: 223
Words Total: 19,544
*In fact, I looked again on the 28th, and the crack was still stuck in the exact same place.
Sunday, March 24, 2019
March Radness - Day 24
So, no excuses today. I'm now sitting down, my work behind me, with plenty of time to write.
Will I do it?
Does Bob the Builder s**t in the woods?
I
certainly intended to. But what would I write? What do you do when
you're in the middle of a story and you don't know what happens next?
Well,
if you're anything like me, you do something else, something that
doesn't require deep concentration, and you think about it. What MIGHT
come next?
So, what I did was laundry. I got super muddy
yesterday in my childhood backyard and at the dump (we called it the
junk yard, but no, that's being too generous. I think "dump" is the
more accurate term), so I threw two loads into the wash, then had to
spend a good long time folding and hanging. And during that time, I
thought about Lara Demming (the child protagonist of the, what, five
"Lara and the Witch" stories?), and what might be interesting to have
happen next. You see, I know how the story ENDS.* But how do we get
there?
One step at a time, I suppose.
Anyhow,
I got an idea for a scene that might be kind of fun, might be kind of
scary. I was putting that sheet thing that you lay on on my bed (you
know, the one with gripping corners that you put on each corner of the
mattress, but is always a monumental task for me because all four
corners of my bed are covered with years of garbage, two or three feet
of it. Charming, yes), when I thought, "Okay, that's what I'll write
next." And like the worst part of being a writer, the times you most
WANT to write . . . are when you can't.
So, I
just left that sheet thing off the bed, and ran over here and sat down
to start my writing. I can make the bed later. Or never. Like the man
said, she's just gonna throw it up again anyway.
Wait, that was no man, baby. It was Sandra Bullock.
Like last Sunday, I did quite well tonight.
Words Today: 1,947
Words Total: 19,321
*And if you really wanna know, I'll tell you: Lara and Old Widow Holcomb go off together, into the great wide open, under the skies of blue.
Like last Sunday, I did quite well tonight.
Words Today: 1,947
Words Total: 19,321
*And if you really wanna know, I'll tell you: Lara and Old Widow Holcomb go off together, into the great wide open, under the skies of blue.
Saturday, March 23, 2019
March Tadness - Day 23
So, today was my nephew's first soccer game of the season. He has not had a single practice, and was given his uniform ten minutes before the game started. There were only six players on his team, so they were a bit overmatched, and no one got rotated out. Eventually, a seventh player joined in, so it was seven players to seven. But that did not help. The score was thirteen to zero. My nephew's dad was there, but after halftime or so, he walked away in disgust, no longer able to handle the shame. I believe he went out to the parking lot to look for a seppuku sword.
I did try to write at the game, but as the boy was never benched once, I got very little writing done. After that, the whole family (except for my sister, who usually doesn't participate in such things) went to my father's house to try to clean out the tin garage, where he kept forty years' worth of junk. And dust. My brother works a great deal on the house and property, and he got it into his head to load up the old truck with the wet, rotting firewood that had been stacked up for decades behind the house. I tried to help him with that, but as the hours went on, I became more and more useless to him* because of my aching ribs and natural flab.
It was muddy and dirty and pretty demanding physical labor (we'd fill the bed of the truck up as high as it would go with wood, then head off to the junk yard to unload it, then come back and start again. Rinse and repeat), and now that I am home, I have already dozed off once while editing next week's That Gets My Goat. I worry I will end up writing very little. Again.
Words Today: 616
Words Total: 17,374
*More useless than the usual, is what I mean. I'm sure you were thinking the same thing.
I did try to write at the game, but as the boy was never benched once, I got very little writing done. After that, the whole family (except for my sister, who usually doesn't participate in such things) went to my father's house to try to clean out the tin garage, where he kept forty years' worth of junk. And dust. My brother works a great deal on the house and property, and he got it into his head to load up the old truck with the wet, rotting firewood that had been stacked up for decades behind the house. I tried to help him with that, but as the hours went on, I became more and more useless to him* because of my aching ribs and natural flab.
It was muddy and dirty and pretty demanding physical labor (we'd fill the bed of the truck up as high as it would go with wood, then head off to the junk yard to unload it, then come back and start again. Rinse and repeat), and now that I am home, I have already dozed off once while editing next week's That Gets My Goat. I worry I will end up writing very little. Again.
Words Today: 616
Words Total: 17,374
*More useless than the usual, is what I mean. I'm sure you were thinking the same thing.
Friday, March 22, 2019
March Badness - Day 22
Didn't go to the library today. Though I still could.*
So, let me give you a little update in how things are going. "Balms & Sears" has not altogether stalled, as I wrote on it a bit today at work (in my magic notebook, which sucks because I'll have to type it up or go through counting the words, which I hate), but is about 55% finished.
The crack on my windshield now covers about a third of the glass. It bums me out every time I see it. Guess I should start setting aside a few dollars each day to get it replaced.
"Ten Thousand Coffins" is all recorded, and I am currently editing Chapter 25 (of 27). If I focused solely on it instead of any podcasts, I could have the whole thing done editing this week. But I probably won't. I'll give myself next Friday as a deadline. Then, I'll start dealing with the cover art.
The sequel to "Like A Good Neighbor" (which does have a title, and boy howdy, if you didn't like the first one's title . . .) is about 58 or 60% finished. It is a shorter piece than "Balms & Sears," and the writing seems to really be flowing on that one. If it continues, I may have it finished this month.
My Rocky Mountain Horror story is done, but unfortunately more than 2000 words too long. I think I'll send it to somebody to give me notes on, and then try to cut here and there. As it's mostly dialogue (probably 75%), that should be easier than if it were something like "Journey Into Another Dimension" or "Into the Furnace" or "Newfound Fame," which all at least have SOME action in them. While I suspect the story will be less effective in a 5000 word form, I'm pretty sure five or six hundred of its current words SHOULD go, as I tried to keep everything I wrote on the different days, except the bits I had written twice.
My stupid scooter injury is better today, mostly because I've only sneezed a single time (I'm actually feeling grateful for the rain). I still have yet to see a bruise or any swelling, but you'll forgive me for not wanting to look to close at myself with my shirt off.
My podcasts are coming along alright. I've got four finished Rish Outcasts that are ready to go, and a That Gets My Goat that is about 40% edited. I knew it would be a tough one when we finished recording it, and I'm almost tempted to speed up the playback and edit it that way, like I did during one of our marathons, because I was running behind. I also edited a bit for Marshal Latham's Patreon supporters, and we keep meaning to get together and do a Delusions of Grandeur or two, but haven't managed it. Lastly, I have an edited story for our next Dunesteef show, but I want to send it to Big to listen to before we sit down and do the episode for it. And I dread that.
Anyway, I jotted down some writing in my notebook today, and meant to write some at night after I worked on podcast editing . . . but I fell asleep. I'll have to count up the words in the book, and see if I can do better tomorrow (spoiler warning: I probably won't).
Words Today: 194
Words Total: 16,758
*I didn't.
So, let me give you a little update in how things are going. "Balms & Sears" has not altogether stalled, as I wrote on it a bit today at work (in my magic notebook, which sucks because I'll have to type it up or go through counting the words, which I hate), but is about 55% finished.
The crack on my windshield now covers about a third of the glass. It bums me out every time I see it. Guess I should start setting aside a few dollars each day to get it replaced.
"Ten Thousand Coffins" is all recorded, and I am currently editing Chapter 25 (of 27). If I focused solely on it instead of any podcasts, I could have the whole thing done editing this week. But I probably won't. I'll give myself next Friday as a deadline. Then, I'll start dealing with the cover art.
The sequel to "Like A Good Neighbor" (which does have a title, and boy howdy, if you didn't like the first one's title . . .) is about 58 or 60% finished. It is a shorter piece than "Balms & Sears," and the writing seems to really be flowing on that one. If it continues, I may have it finished this month.
My Rocky Mountain Horror story is done, but unfortunately more than 2000 words too long. I think I'll send it to somebody to give me notes on, and then try to cut here and there. As it's mostly dialogue (probably 75%), that should be easier than if it were something like "Journey Into Another Dimension" or "Into the Furnace" or "Newfound Fame," which all at least have SOME action in them. While I suspect the story will be less effective in a 5000 word form, I'm pretty sure five or six hundred of its current words SHOULD go, as I tried to keep everything I wrote on the different days, except the bits I had written twice.
My stupid scooter injury is better today, mostly because I've only sneezed a single time (I'm actually feeling grateful for the rain). I still have yet to see a bruise or any swelling, but you'll forgive me for not wanting to look to close at myself with my shirt off.
My podcasts are coming along alright. I've got four finished Rish Outcasts that are ready to go, and a That Gets My Goat that is about 40% edited. I knew it would be a tough one when we finished recording it, and I'm almost tempted to speed up the playback and edit it that way, like I did during one of our marathons, because I was running behind. I also edited a bit for Marshal Latham's Patreon supporters, and we keep meaning to get together and do a Delusions of Grandeur or two, but haven't managed it. Lastly, I have an edited story for our next Dunesteef show, but I want to send it to Big to listen to before we sit down and do the episode for it. And I dread that.
Anyway, I jotted down some writing in my notebook today, and meant to write some at night after I worked on podcast editing . . . but I fell asleep. I'll have to count up the words in the book, and see if I can do better tomorrow (spoiler warning: I probably won't).
Words Today: 194
Words Total: 16,758
*I didn't.
Rish Outcast 134: Conference Squall
Rish talks (quite a bit) about the recent writing conference he went to, like he does every year. Was it miserable like last year, or did he talk for hours about it instead? Oh, and Fake Sean's living in a powder keg and giving off sparks.*
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Logo by Gino "White Squall" Moretto.
When's forever gonna start, by the way?
*Honestly, this is probably my favorite Fake Sean Connery song since he first agreed to do songs for me. If Real Sean passes away . . . you'll probably hear this again.
Hey, go ahead and Right-Click HERE to download this episode.
Hey, feel free to click on THIS LINK to support me on Patreon.
Hey, check out my YouTube page RIGHT HERE.
Logo by Gino "White Squall" Moretto.
When's forever gonna start, by the way?
*Honestly, this is probably my favorite Fake Sean Connery song since he first agreed to do songs for me. If Real Sean passes away . . . you'll probably hear this again.
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