Cherie Priest

Tiny Godzilla since 1975

Lay me down tonight in my diamonds and pearls

1 day, 6 hours ago, mid-afternoon

Here’s today’s progress on my subtropical (art)deco mystery about a friendly medium in a historic spiritualist community teaming up with a WWI shell-shocked haberdasher who’s receiving love notes from hell … as inspired by a real place and a real set of bizarre (otherworldly?) incidents:


    Project: Cassadaga
    Deadline: February 1, 2015
    New words written: 1735 (better; still meh)
    Present total word count: 3446



    Things Accomplished in Fiction: Met the neighbors; accepted some gentle flattery; took a lantern outside to check out the damage from the most recent fire.

    Things Accomplished in Real Life: Neighborhood jaunt with dog; went to the hardware store; went to the liquor store; went and got lunch; went to the grocery store (because I don’t dare do that while I’m hungry); did a couple loads of laundry, but I still need to fold it all and put it away.

    Other: Once again, I started from the beginning and tweaked the starter content into submission. Beginnings are hard (for me, anyway), but they need to be right. So I realize it looks like progress is hella-slow-going, but it’ll probably pick up from here … at least until the holidays land in earnest, at which point all bets are off.

    Cat Other: We have a new tactic in the little old lady cat war, and I have dubbed it Operation: KittySquish. [Spoiler: No kitties are harmed in Operation: KittySquish – only temporarily inconvenienced.] Basically, when she started yowling her head off (around 3:00 a.m.) I tracked her down, picked her up, and stuffed her under the covers with me. Then I tucked her under my arm, looped my pinkie under her collar, and refused to let her leave. She struggled and fussed for a few minutes, then conked out and forgot about the whole thing. Given her cognitive state these days, I assume she was like, “Oh yeah, it’s really awesome to sleep under the covers like this. Glad I thought of it.” [:: cat snores ::]

    Bonus Other: It wasn’t exactly an uninterrupted nighttime of slumber, but at this point ONLY one round of “WHERE THE HELL IS THE CAT?” played in the wee hours of the morning feels like a freaking vacation. And it’s not like she holds Operation:KittySquish against me; she’s been lounging in my lap all day as usual, no hard feelings. Let’s hope this continues to work.

    Depressing Other: Elderly pets, man. [:: sigh ::]

    Happier Other: But dig that word count for the year, would you? (See next lines down.) I’ve still got a couple of weeks, Christmas notwithstanding … I’ll see how high I can push it, so I know what bar I’m trying to beat NEXT year.

    Number of fiction words so far this year: 257,658



Kittygram

This-here is a cat who gives exactly zero craps how well you sleep through the night. It’s a good thing she’s so cute.

Gold and silver line my heart

2 days, 7 hours ago, mid-afternoon

Therefore, here’s today’s progress on my subtropical (art)deco mystery about a friendly medium in a historic spiritualist community teaming up with a WWI shell-shocked haberdasher who’s receiving love notes from hell … as inspired by a real place and a real set of bizarre (otherworldly?) incidents:


    Project: Cassadaga
    Deadline: February 1, 2015
    New words written: 800 (meh)
    Present total word count: 1707



    Things Accomplished in Fiction: Kicked some well-meaning guests out of the house and got down to business.

    Things Accomplished in Real Life: Neighborhood jaunt with dog; went to the salon for a color touch-up; got lunch; tried not to take a nap.

    Other: So it’s a shitty count, but I had to go back and revise the original starter content to make it work better. And I was gone for a couple of hours in the middle of the day, AND I’m super-tired.

    Cat Other: The cat’s had several bad nights in a row – by which I mean, she’s required “rescuing” 4-6 times a night. (See previous post on the subject.) She goes through phases, you know? For a week, she won’t get “lost” at all, and everything’s fine; then she’ll spend a few nights driving us bananas once every couple of hours. This week has been one such phase. I honestly couldn’t tell you the last time the husband or I slept through the night. I hate to dope her up, as the vet suggested it was possible – but perhaps not advisable except as a last resort, given her age. But on days like this, I confess: I fantasize about slipping that cat a mickey the size of a marble.

    Bonus Other: I hope when I’m old and batty and obnoxious, someone is willing to put up with/take care of me like this. But I am not an adorable fluffy cat, so…I won’t hold my breath.

    Number of fiction words so far this year: 255,919



Puppygram

It hasn’t been very cold lately, so Greyson’s cat-friend Watson has been out in his yard – just waiting to greet us in the mornings.

Must be the season of the witch

3 days, 6 hours ago, mid-afternoon

So here’s my plan for the first chunk of 2015: I have three solid pitches for new projects on deck, and I want to write a good bit (say, 20k words) of sample copy for each one … before April 1st. Ambitious? Maybe. But totally doable, I’m pretty sure.

One by one, I’ll send them off to my marvelous agent – so she can either make suggestions or get ready to shop them around. While she does that, I’ll (a). work on my next book for Tor [the one that comes after The Family Plot], and (b). return to each of the samples in turn, to see about producing full drafts.

This is how the sausage gets made, folks.

Therefore, here’s today’s progress on my subtropical (art)deco mystery about a friendly medium in a historic spiritualist community teaming up with a WWI shell-shocked haberdasher who’s receiving love notes from hell … as inspired by a real place and a real set of bizarre (otherworldly?) incidents:


    Project: Cassadaga
    Deadline: February 1, 2015
    New words written: 907
    Present total word count: 907



    Things Accomplished in Fiction: A small fire; a visit from a friend; a helpful suggestion; some appreciation for fine suits.

    Things Accomplished in Real Life: Neighborhood jaunt with dog; another puppy playdate; changed a very difficult porch light bulb that was totally gross; made myself lunch; answered some emails.

    Other: It’s barely a beginning, yes I know – but beginnings are hard. I may or may not have better progress to report tomorrow, as I have a hair appointment smack in the middle of the day. But such is life.

    Number of fiction words so far this year: 255,119

Kittygram.