This weekend’s progress on the west coast steampunk Victoriana book with zombies, air ships, toxic gas clouds, mad scientists, dead folk heroes, secret criminal societies, and Bonus! extended deleted scenes from the Civil War:
Project: The Boneshaker
Resolution revised: Writing every day, again.
New Words: 1790
Present Total Word Count: 50,238 words
Goal: 100,000 words by July 1
Things Accomplished in Fiction: Navigated under-underground terrain on the way to safer quarters. Didn’t realize it’d gotten dark; Briar is learning that it’s hard to tell time when you spend your days scrambling through a labyrinthine warren of interconnected basements.
Darling du Jour: (Re: a lightless, cellar/sub-basement) “It smelled like wet mud and moss, and decomposing sawdust. It stunk like something unfinished and not yet born.”
Things Accomplished in Real Life: Finished up a magazine article; began reading next book for review; started organization/research for next freelance assignment (which is going to eat my life this coming week); cleaned house; accomplished grocery shopping; went and saw Run Fat Boy, Run — which was pretty cute; played Ferret Taxi;* attended a friend’s birthday party and might have overindulged a tiny bit.
Reason for Stopping: See the last line above. I’m feeling a little wrung-out and tired, and since I broke the 50,000 word mark on Boneshaker I feel like I’ve been productive enough for the weekend — despite the somewhat pathetic word count.
Total Fiction Words Composed in 2008: 118,838
* For the marvelous Kat Richardson, who needed a lift to the vet.
