Here’s today’s progress on 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”
New Words: 2992 (yipe!)
Present Total Word Count: 19,405 words
Goal: 30,000 words
Due date: October 15
Things accomplished in fiction: Wrapped up Section Seven, which ran far too long. No doubt, it’s an important section — a major person of interest is tracked down and provides the only eyewitness testimony to be had; but still, this means trimming elsewhere. I can probably cut it back to 2500 words (down from nearly 3000) in editorial. Won’t be enough, but it’ll be a start.
Things accomplished in real life: Spent the last two mornings desperately trying to do day-job work while six-foot segments of steel pipe were cut out of my office area; moved around furniture, fish tank, etc. to facilitate the previous; fought against impending illness and might have actually won, but we’ll see; went down to the park and got some exercise; exchanged oodles of professional correspondence (but didn’t manage to get all of it); got groceries; did research for a story.
Still need to do in real life in the next couple of weeks: Write two short articles for two very fine internet venues; successfully maintain coherence for an interview with a super-awesome woman from Wired; read/exchange thoughts with fellow consortium member re: his Fort Freak segment; drive out to Tacoma for a friend’s wedding; begin (and preferably finish) a short story; maintain at least my present pace on day-job work and hopefully exceed it; compose at least three more sections of my Fort Freak project if I actually expect to hand it in on time.
Other: So if I seem a little absent here on the internet (or out and about in real life), rest assured that I still love everybody but I am CRAZY BUSY right now. Which beats the hell out of needing work, I tell you what — but still. CRAZY BUSY.