Here’s today’s progress on my fin de siecle gothic epistolary about Lizzie Borden fighting Cthulhu with her trusty axe, now with Bonus! ghosts, guilt, girlfriends, arcane science, and an accidental villain who’s losing his mind and his humanity in tandem:
Deadline: October 15, 2013
New words written: 2352 (not great for a weekend)
Present total word count: 69,655 words
Things accomplished in fiction: Inspector returned from Boston, with some helpful puzzle pieces regarding the scope of what’s at stake. Doctor Seabury realizes he’ll have to reveal a small secret to preserve a much larger one.
Next up: The victim of the secret-reveal is none too pleased; but she could be the victim of something much worse, if all parties don’t start working together.
Things accomplished in real life: Daily jaunt around the neighborhood with the dog; returned rental car at the airport; grabbed lunch at Taco Bell and ran into an old friend (HI SHANNON!); unpacked; paid some bills; got caught up on email; started laundry.
Other: Had to return the rental car because, well, I had a rental car. I greatly enjoyed MidSouthCon, but the trip home was a mess – flight delays caused me to miss my connection in Atlanta, and it was either wait until well after midnight for a stand-by seat on another flight (and no guarantees) … or rent a car and drive myself home. I made it back by about 11:30. Not my cheapest work-around ever, but it was worth it to be back in my own bed, rather than on the floor in Hartsfield.
Yardwork-related other: Welp. We planted a bit too soon, it would seem. Weather went badly downhill while I was out of town, and though the husband performed as much management as he could … it looks like we’ve lost the basil and tomatoes, so we’ll have to try those again later. *sigh* Other than that, everything looks pretty much okay, I think. The camellias look good, the lilac seems fine, and the forsythia is holding up. The baby Japanese Maple is struggling a little, so we’re covering it with a sheet at night. (And I mulched the crap out of its base, trying to keep it warm.) If it were just a bit better established, I wouldn’t worry about it. But… Anyway.
Bird-related other: My bird-corner of the yard has gone to hell in a handbasket, partly due to Greyson’s digging, and partly due to the EPIC wind we’ve had as of late. I’ll clean it up in a day or two, when things get warmer. But in other bird news, we have purple finches building a nest on our front porch! [:: throws confetti ::] They are dastardly cute, and I am delighted to have them.
Pet-related other: So, yeah – Greyson’s been on a digging spree again. More holes in the yard, more damage to the garlic. He destroyed my little lavender plant, which was doing just fine, never mind the cold. Dogs, man. The cat, however is lazy and harmless and curled up beside me right now. It’s sweet, and I’ll take it.
Number of fiction words so far this year: 65,529