The fabulous freaks are leaving town

Not that I’m going to crack 50k on this project – or even the 30k I expressed a wish for yesterday – but what the hell. Might as well go ahead and start a running blog count…at least, until production on something else gets in the way. I’m sure I’ll have to put this down before I get a full draft, but that’s no excuse not to take a swing at it, right?

So until progress is interrupted….

Here’s recent progress on my modern gothic about two lady academics investigating the case of a mystery woman who was murdered and stuffed in a tree forty years ago – with Bonus! lovely ghosts, sinister messages from beyond, creepy small town shenanigans, and a New Southern Weird* vibe (as inspired by a true story):


    Project: Cinderwich
    Deadline: None! Mwoohahahahaha etc.
    New words written: 1802
    Present total word count: 20,524



    Things Accomplished in Fiction: Successfully located a tree that may or may not be (but probably is) the spot where a woman’s body was stashed in the late 1970s. Argued with friend/mentor about it, and very nearly left her there.

    Things Accomplished in Real Life: Neighborhood jaunt with the dogs; cooked and then cleaned kitchen; answered some emails; did some research reading; cleaned/did a half-water-change on the fish tank.

    Other: I was poking around on my website, trying to find the progress bar I use in these posts…when I came across this picture of Greyson and Quinnie, and it is perfect. It needs to be shared again.

    Pet Other: I only just cleaned Fancy’s tank a week or so ago, but he had some uneaten food that was getting gross in the gravel – and a plant that was dying in a slimy fashion. (Usually Fancy just gets a regular tiny amount of fish-food, but sometimes the current from the filter sucks it away from him, and he loses it in the weeds.) I read an article a few months ago about how fish get depressed if their environment isn’t engaging, anyway – and although he’s none too keen on the actual process of having the tank tidied, he seems to very much appreciate the result. He spends ages swimming around, checking everything out and blowing bubbles. #nodepressedfishin2017

    Number of fiction words so far this year: Approximately 85k, by my best count. (Spread across several projects, largely in production/editorial processes.) Frankly, not my strongest year. I’ll try to do better in 2018.




* I made that “category” up…to explain what the forthcoming project The Toll is meant to feel like. It suits this one, too.

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