Cherie Priest

Tiny Godzilla since 1975

Time casts a spell on you, but you won’t forget me

4 days, 9 hours ago, in the early afternoon

I took another weekend off. So sue me. I needed it, I tell you…though I might have hypothetically taken Friday off, as well.

In my defense, I performed a lot more maintenance-style yardwork, and accomplished some boring-type shopping. (Target run for household necessities, etc.) Basically, it was a day of catching-up on regular-life things, rather than writing-life and/or writing-business things. Once in awhile, I need one of those.

That said, Friday was a mixed bag. I was productive, yes – but I also got some paperwork in the mail that I passed along to our accountant…who informs me that (to sum up) I under-reported my income by exactly $666. WHICH IS TOTALLY NOT OMINOUS AT ALL. Because I prefer to view it from another angle: The universe is clearly endorsing my return to horror fiction, after my recent years in steampunk and urban fantasy. It’s not the tax amendment of the damned – no, it’s a blessing!

Here’s hoping, I mean.

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Hey Chattanooga-area folks:
Here’s one hell of a dog, looking for a forever home.

“Kirkland” is a handsome, friendly pit-mix fellow who loves kittens, kids, and other dogs. (Note: Provided they’re mid-size to large dogs…small dogs worry him, for some reason.) A neighbor of mine pulled him off the street late last year, after she found him wandering injured and hungry on Kirkland Avenue. She’s gotten him vetted up, and she’s been fostering him ever since – but Kirk would really love a proper home of his very own.

For more details, click over to this Facebook page – and be sure to run through the photos, because (a). they’re adorable, and (b). there’s some Official Type Info available therein.

Feel free to spread the love around on this one, eh? This pooch is perfect for someone/some family, somewhere.

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So here’s today’s progress on my witchy art-deco horror novel about Lizzie Borden thirty years after her parents’ deaths – now featuring ghosts and non-ghosts alike, anti-Catholic conspiracy nuts, supernatural political shenanigans, the mafia, and a Bonus! space-worshiping murder cult hiding behind the KKK:


    Project: Chapelwood
    Deadline: October 1, 2014
    New words written: 2052
    Present total word count: 59,262



    Things accomplished in fiction: Recap and summing up of who’s on what team, in a short but somewhat pivotal scene at the tail-end of the courtroom drama.

    Next up: We return to our axe-murderer, who’s about to have a very big problem. Bigger than being an axe-murderer, I mean.

    Things accomplished in real life: Neighborhood jaunts with dog; Target run; grocery store run; bank run; saw Captain America and enjoyed it; went to bed early like a boring person but apparently I needed it, so, like, no regrets.

    Other: This week, my goal is at least 1500 words a day. We’ll see how it goes, but I’d love to crack 100k for the year by Friday. On principle, I mean.

    Number of fiction words so far this year: 92,655

Each gentle sunny spring when they came back again

1 week, 1 day ago, around lunchtime

Yesterday was kind of a wash, I admit. I didn’t sleep well, due to a combination of a cranky little old lady cat wailing through the night – and my husband’s early rising to go try out for jury duty, as mandated by Official Summons. I’m kind of a hot-house orchid when it comes to sleep. If I don’t get 6-7 hours bare minimum, I’m worthless all damn day.

Which is just a long way of saying that no, I didn’t get any writing done.

That said, I did manage to keep a hair appointment and get myself some lunch; and then, because I lacked the brain power for anything too “thinky,” I took the edge trimmer and went around the yard whacking weeds. It was satisfying and productive, if not exactly something upon which any deadline depended. And now my shoulders hurt.

In other yard news, there is no other yard news. Not right now. But when I finish up with this post, I’m going to make a phone call or two – and see about getting some quotes re: some retaining wall repairs and a patio…which might actually be the most boring and grown-up sentence I’ve ever typed.

But such is life.

And despite yesterday’s failure on a fiction front, I rallied this afternoon – and there’s wordcount to report.

So here’s today’s progress on my witchy art-deco horror novel about Lizzie Borden thirty years after her parents’ deaths – now featuring ghosts and non-ghosts alike, anti-Catholic conspiracy nuts, supernatural political shenanigans, the mafia, and a Bonus! space-worshiping murder cult hiding behind the KKK:


    Project: Chapelwood
    Deadline: October 1, 2014
    New words written: 2065 (not terrible)
    Present total word count: 57,210



    Things accomplished in fiction: Nasty little buttons that say nasty little things; chess pieces reveal sinister plays, and the game looks lost before it’s begun; but our heroes aren’t quite alone, not yet.

    Next up: A little more courtroom drama; then perhaps a little murder or two.

    Things accomplished in real life: Neighborhood jaunt with dog; went to the grocery store; ate a burrito. (Not in that order.)

    Other: I sat down last night with my handy-dandy legal pad, and made myself a loose timeline for the second half of the book. It’s not an outline per se (I hate outlines)…but I need to remind myself of the beats I need to hit, and when I need to hit them. I don’t always stick to these timelines with any great precision, but I find them useful for when I get stuck.

    More other: The husband successfully deferred jury duty until September. In case you were wondering, for some reason.

    Number of fiction words so far this year: 90,603

The darkest need the slowest speed

1 week, 3 days ago, mid-afternoon

Today was a day for errands and whatnot, including such thrilling activities as going to the post office and bank, and getting our annual termite inspection. No worries, we aced it. [:: gold star ::]

I still managed to get some writing done, too – as previously vowed.

So here’s recent progress on my witchy art-deco horror novel about Lizzie Borden thirty years after her parents’ deaths – now featuring ghosts and non-ghosts alike, anti-Catholic conspiracy nuts, supernatural political shenanigans, the mafia, and a Bonus! space-worshiping murder cult hiding behind the KKK:


    Project: Chapelwood
    Deadline: October 1, 2014
    New words written: 2710
    Present total word count: 55,145



    Things accomplished in fiction: Finished giving testimony, and formed a little island of sanity with a few other reasonable people in a sea of crazypants.

    Next up: Ruth learns why Lizzie had such sympathy for her; a stalwart friend strives to be helpful.

    Things accomplished in real life: Neighborhood jaunt with dog; went to the post office; went to the bank; dealt with termite inspector dude; got lunch; did laundry.

    Other: I actually wrote about a thousand of those words in bits and pieces, over the last couple of weeks. But a good 1700 of them came from today. I add them to my yearly total with pride! But no, I’m not tallying up the added words to Princess X. I’m not sure how many I added, with any real precision; and that total will shift over the next few drafts. Call it an executive decision.

    Number of fiction words so far this year: 88,538


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Back in 2006, my grandfather (a minister) performed my wedding. A handful of months later, he died. Today would have been his 86th birthday. With that in mind, here’s a picture of him and Grandma in 1948 – because it’s lovely, that’s why.

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And that’s all for now.