New project: Go

Finally. After as much downtime as I can give myself, I’ve started my segment of Fort Freak, the upcoming Wild Cards project I announced a few months ago. Yes, I’m only just now getting around to it. (You may recall that I owed Dreadnought to Tor by the beginning of this month.)

It would be a gross understatement to say that I am super-psyched about my contribution to this mosaic novel. No, seriously — just now I had to delete a row of exclamation points because they looked silly; but now I look at that period after “novel” and it seems really inadequate. I just don’t know how to fix it without coming off like a thirteen-year-old who just got her ears pierced.

So I’ll restrain myself and move along.
*ahem*

And now, for the sake of posting consistency, I shall henceforth refer to this as: My modern pseudo-noir police procedural about a neighborhood full of mutated freaks, a sexy former court reporter, an aging cop who’s being forced into retirement, and a multiple murder that took place thirty years ago in an all-night diner called “The Rathole.”

Project: Fort Freak “Remember the Rathole” (tentative)
New Words: 640
Present Total Word Count: 640 words
Goal: 30,000 words
Due date: October 15

Things accomplished in fiction: Got started! Jesus, I’d been trying to just string a few starting sentences together since last week — but first I had to re-read several hundred pages (no shit) of notes and character bios, and skim some more of the pertinent books that take place in the Wild Cards universe. The going should be smoother from here on out. I don’t know how it works for other writers, but I find that getting the first paragraph down on paper is just a ridiculous chore.

Things accomplished in real life: Went out to the printer and approved the proofs for a super-slick postcard/handbill promoting TheClockworkCentury in general and Boneshaker in particular. If all goes according to plan, these should be in my hot little hands in plenty of time for DragonCon. Also: did day job work; did a bunch more reading; paced around and swore; finally got butt-in-chair and started typing.

Other: Must log off and start supper. All this work has made me hungry.

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