Here’s today’s present progress on my book about a kidnapped baby with webbed hands and feet; her 17-year-old half brother who’s determined to rescue her; a creepy island in Puget Sound that’s been quarantined since 1918, and the Mother Hydra cult that has established itself thereupon; now with Bonus! fish people, religious zealots, and a teenage cryptozoology fanatic who really should’ve picked another hobby:

Project: Far-Fetched
New Words: 2416 (not bad for half an afternoon)
Present Total Word Count: 19,437 words
Goal: 65,000 words

Observations: Oooh… this island be wicked, yo.

Next Up: Our young cryptozoology fanatic, “Iggy,” will enter the picture. He doesn’t have much choice. He was stranded on the island before Jonah and Wynn ever got there, and boy howdy does he want to get the hell out of there. Alas (for him), it will not be so simple. [:: Cue evil author laughter ::]

Resolutions: I want to put at least 5000 words on the island before doubling back and working this sample content up into a first draft; so that means at least 3-4 days of my “1000 words a day or bust!” philosophy, if all goes well. You never know.

Things Accomplished in Real Life: Performed day-job duties for several hours; read part of a book that I absolutely must finish for the sake of a potential gig to be forthcoming; spent a bit on the phone with the boss-man; went to Walgreens and picked up some stuff, but forgot the most important thing I needed, natch; dodged the electricians, who mostly stayed in the attic today; failed to bring inbox down to 0.

Reason for Stopping: Hmm. Yanno, after I throw a frozen lasagna into the oven for supper tonight, I might just come back and get a little more work done. Then again, I might not. I have another project I need to address; we shall see.