Things have been quiet here, I know. The truth is, I couldn’t write a word for awhile – not since well before election night. I was paralyzed with anxiety for a week or more before it, and I’ve been blocked with stunned horror ever since. Now there’s nothing to be done except fight like hell for damage control, and the fight will be uphill, both ways.
That’s all I have to say about that.
Today, finally, I was able to get some writing done. I don’t know when this book will ever be finished, but it’ll wrap up when it wraps up. Maybe it’ll even be on time. Or rather, late…but drafted in time for New Year’s. I feel like I’m not being fair to this story, to let it straggle so badly. I am very fond of this book, and its characters, and the gothic southern weirdness of it. I’m not dragging my feet because I don’t care, or it’s not compelling, or I can’t be bothered to noodle on it… I just haven’t had the focus to give it the attention it deserves.
But I think I’ve got it now. I think I’ve re-located the thread I’d been pulling.
Anyway. here goes nothing.
Here’s progress on my rural gothic monster story about small-town secrets, old family lies, accidental legend-tripping, and a missing newlywed in the Okefenokee swamp – where you can drive SR 177 from west to east and cross six bridges…or take it from east to west, and you might hit seven. (But you’d better hope not.)
Project: The Toll
Deadline: January 1, 2016
New words written: 2109
Present total word count: 25,539
Things Accomplished in Fiction: Awkward conversation with a barfly who may or may not be delusional; followed the light to a dollhouse, and hid there until the danger passed. More or less.
Things Accomplished in Real Life: [Today] Neighborhood jaunt with dogs; a 16-minute yoga routine that I’m trying to make a habit again; went to lunch; did some housework.
Pet Other: I don’t know what day of No Dog Crime our little Lucy is on…but it’s probably about the same as I last reported: a couple of weeks. (She did pee on a rug last time my husband was out of town, but that was a bit ago.) All in all, good progress. Here she is in the backseat of the car, on the way to the groomer – and not the gallows, I swear to God.
In related news, Lucy and Quinnie are still good buddies.
Ditto Greyson and Quinnie, but you could have guessed that.
Bonus Pet Other: Lucy still loves sticks.
Number of fiction words so far this year: 98,109
In closing, once again – please feel free leave reviews for any spooky books you might have read recently. Amazon, Goodreads, you know. Wherever. The feedback on The Family Plot has been great, and I am tremendously grateful for all the support! But the algorithms must be fed.