Just the weekend word metrics tonight, folks. Not that anyone’s likely to see them on a Sunday night, but I’m trying to get my momentum back up in full swing – and reporting progress is part of that momentum. So here goes.
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:
Deadline: October 1, 2014
New words written: 2537
Present total word count: 67411
Things accomplished in fiction: Got some bad news that was entirely expected, but nonetheless shitty; learned of a plan that is likewise bad, but unsurprising; got our first POV glimpse of the Biggest Big Bad (as opposed to the junior version).
Next up: Finish the new Big Bad’s commentary; return to Storage Room Six for a consultation. There’s not much good left in the city, not many good places left, either. It’s not perfect, but the good guys will take what they can get. They don’t have a choice.
Things accomplished in real life: Neighborhood jaunts with dog; went to lunch with a couple of old friends and the husband; made plans for a visit with a different old friend; answered a bunch of email; fielded a couple of phone calls; did a couple loads of laundry; did some minor yardwork; did a bit of reading for the first time in far too long.
Other: My discipline is improving, and progress is being made. Sometimes it’s hard to get into the swing of things, when hopping from project to project – but I need to make the most of this time, before I fly out for San Diego at the end of the month. Because after I get back, I need to dive back into the next round of edits on Princess X – which are due in the middle of May. And as I’ve learned the hard way, I just can’t work on both at once.
Bride of Other: If you’ll scroll just a smidge farther, you’ll see that over the weekend I cracked 100k words (of fiction) for the year. I’d throw myself a little confetti party, except that it doesn’t feel like enough. I wanted to hit an average of 1k a day, and so far that hasn’t happened. Have I been a miserable slouch? No. But I can do better, and I damned well should. I pretty much need to, this year.
Number of fiction words so far this year: 100,804