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Our Lady

7 years, 11 months ago, late at night

So I’m driving myself nuts over Our Lady of the Wasteland. It must wind up under 25K, but at present it stands at nearly 28K – and I ain’t done yet. I’ve probably got another 2000 words or so to write on the BIG. CLIMACTIC. SCENE. Ultimately, I’m going to have to go back and carve about 5000 words out of the finished product; but hey, the start is a little slow anyway, maybe.

Still, it makes me feel like I’ve wasted a lot of time. I realize that it’s not technically true – because heck, sometimes you have to write a bit of nonsense before you work your way up to the good stuff. Even so, I’ve been on a relatively tight deadline, and I look at it as about 3 days of near-pointless productivity. But it’s all right. Really it is.

I’ve been taking in proofreading work for Subterranean Press lately, so Bill Schafer was kind enough to extend my deadline a touch – which has turned out to be a very good thing indeed. I only just this afternoon discovered why one peripheral character was so damn cool – and THAT is when I was able to go back and make the second half of this thing really take off. Tomorrow, I swear by all that is holy, I WILL finish up draft zero.

Then I’ll put it down for a day while I wrap up the proofing projects I’ve got in my lap, and then – ah, yes. Then I will go back and use my mad editorial pruning shears to slice the thing into shape. Right now, it’s shaped like an ex-nun with a gun and a Bowie knife, a mild-mannered deacon and his shellshocked girlfriend, and a Texas Ranger holed up in a small country chapel with a pack of werewolves outside. I’ve got to tell you, I’m pretty happy about that.

Holy crap!

7 years, 11 months ago, in the early evening

So this is the first time I’ve been able to log into this account in weeks. Go Greg! For you have … um … apparently fixed it, or something. In the next few days you might see some changes around here; for one thing, I’m tired of logging on and seeing that big honkin’ picture of myself off to the left. Hey, it wasn’t my idea. That was all Greg’s doing – and Greg is a marvelous webmastery-type fellow, but for some reason or another, he likes that pic of me where it looks like God is shining a flashlight in my face and telling me to recite my multiplication tables. Whatevs, dude.

At any rate, I’ve still been writing – of course – and I’ve been kept quite busy as of late. Following a couple of time-consuming proofing projects for Subterranean, I begged for a few extra days on my September 15 deadline for “Our Lady of the Wasteland and the Halellujah Chorus” – and Bill was gracious enough to give them to me. He’s just swell that way.

It’s a good thing, too. I’m only about 11,000 words deep into Our Lady – out of an estimated 23-25,000. I could hypothetically beat out a full draft in a couple of days – but I wouldn’t be very pretty at the end of it, and I wouldn’t want anybody to read the final result. An extra week ought to be plenty, though. I’ve got the story mapped out and thrown down, and I write pretty quickly. On a mediocre day, I kill 2-3K at a time; on a really good day, it’s more like 5 or 6K. Here’s hoping I can keep up that pace over the next few days.

So I’m going to log off now and take a shower. Tonight, me and a couple of folks are going to get tarted up and go out to the g0thbar, which will be both delightful and silly – if past experience can be used as a guide. Have a good evening, everyone.
[:: vanishes in a poof of black eyeshadow ::]