April 27, 2009

Posted on | 2 years, 9 months ago, in the early evening | No Comments

Yes yes, I’ve been absent a lot lately. I’ve spent the last few weeks trying to clean up an enormous, tragically torqued file for my day-job … and also trying to juggle two creative projects which alternately demand appalling portions of my attention. At the moment, I’m trying to give priority to the day-job deadline, because I really want to have this file fixed in its entirety before Penguicon — for which I’ll be flying out on Thursday.

But Dreadnought progress is the only thing I can satisfactorily quantify with a word-meter, so that’s what you get today. [Aside: Speaking of that word meter, I've gotten a handful of emails and comments lately, wanting to know where I got it. It comes from Writertopia's Toolbox. Consider yourselves duly briefed on this matter.]

So here’s recent progress on the battlefield adventure about a widowed nurse from a Confederate hospital aboard a west-bound train pulled by a Union war engine — now with military intrigue, steampunk Texas rangers, undead political separatists, murderous plots, bushwackers, bandits, sabotage, and epic scenes of mayhem:

Project: Dreadnought
New Words: 3135 (pretty good, though some was written yesterday)
Present Total Word Count: 17,733 words
Goal: 100,000 words



Things Accomplished in Real Life: Still plugging away at the day-job, as well as the Project Which Must Not Be Named (but which is due to start eating my life in earnest any day now); did not actually beat any of the electricians to death, even though they woke me up early (for no good reason, as it turned out), and even though they spent all day trying to burrow up through my floor with industrial-grade power tools while I was trying to work (technically they’re tearing up my downstairs neighbor’s ceiling, but it SOUNDS like it’s my floor); created filing system with spiffy new crate and hanging folders for secret project of doom; went to the bank and got some cash for the coming weekend.

Reason for Stopping: Suppertime. Will probably return after suppertime to either get more writing done, or get more day-job work done. This depends on how badly I feel the need for a glass of wine. I won’t do day-job work while imbibing; but I will totally write about dirigibles and steampunk nurses while imbibing. I’m not sure what precisely this says about my work ethic, but oh well. There you go.

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