It’s been an adventuresome weekend – marked primarily by a whole crap-ton of yardwork and a dog-playdate. Never mind the yardwork, for I don’t have any pictures; but on Saturday, Cujo (the wildly misnamed) came over with his person, Vanessa, and the boys had a hell of a time bopping around the yard, lounging around the house, and begging for cookies.
Much cuteness ensued. Cuteness will ensue again in another couple of weeks, when Cujo joins us for a sleepover – while his people are out of town catching a football game. (I think.) I predict two days of fluffy-ass dog hijinks, I do.
Other than the pooches and the hedge-clippers, my weekend was eaten up with writing work.
Yes! I’m actually, properly underway on my projects, and I’m feeling good about it…even though I realized today that I owe a Draft One of Chapelwood on the first of next month (rather than the 15th). Whoops. Well, I’ll get it all sorted out one way or another. I always do.
So here’s recent progress on my modern gothic ghost story about a salvage crew trapped in a doomed southern mansion – now with a crunchy murder ballad center and Bonus! clandestine cemetery where the stones don’t match the bodies (and were never meant to). As inspired by a (semi)true local legend:
Project: The Family Plot
Deadline: January 15, 2015
New words written: 3780 (cumulative since Friday)
Present total word count: 5731
Things accomplished in fiction: Assembled team, emptied out the trucks, plotted a strategy, and hit the road for the old Withrow place.
Things accomplished in real life: Neighborhood jaunts with dog; inbox: zero; grocery shopping; went to Ace and got a rake; cut back HedgeHenge and cleaned up after myself; weeded the rose bed, because it was awful; cleaned out/weeded the little bed beside the gate, for it was sad and overgrown; cut back the clematis around the mailbox, for it had turned into Swamp Thing while I wasn’t looking; still barely put a dent in all the end-of-summer yardwork that needs to be done. Dammit.
Other Project: Got another 1500 words on the other project’s sample content, but I’ve got time–and other priorities right now. This one’s on the stove, but it ain’t on the front burner.
Number of fiction words so far this year: 156,817
Yet further thanks and admiration to all the nice people who’ve been kind enough to drop Maplecroft reviews across the internet! So far the feedback is good and I’m feeling pumped about this thing, so the rallying cry over here is “Go book, go!”
So…um…keep those reviews coming! Please? I’d be forever grateful: