A built-in remedy For Khrushchev and Kennedy

Here’s recent progress on my comedic murder mystery about an inconsistently clairvoyant travel agent who prevents a Seattle detective from participating in a plane crash – and together, they fight crime! Now with Bonus karaoke parlor tricks, a snarky best friend in a cast, and a fish named Brutus:


    Project: Far-Fetched
    Deadline: September 15
    New words written: 8163
    Present total word count: 39,077

    Things accomplished in real life: Walked the dogs; went to the grocery store; went to the mall; went to Target; a bunch of other stuff that frankly isn’t springing to mind right this second, oh well. I’m tired.

    Things accomplished in fiction: Tagged along for an informal interview with a person of interest from one cold case; did not freak out, high-fives to self!; went to the bar for some Klairvoyant Karaoke and found out that the bar’s owner wants to change it to ‘Psychic Psongstress’ and had mixed feelings about it; reviewed and tidied the murderboard; got left out of an informal interview with a retired cop who’d worked on a different cold case which is sure to be related to the first one – but our heroine wouldn’t have been much help, anyway.

    Other: I wrote all of those words in two days – after taking a couple of days to sit down and plot my ass off. Man, it’s almost like…when you work this stuff out ahead of time…you can write a lot faster. If this sounds obvious to you, I mean, that’s fine. I’m usually a gardener,* but for a straight-up mystery like this I’ve learned that I need to have my ducks in a row a more than usual.

    Bonus Other: Well, I’m trying a spiffy new word meter because my trusty stand-by of oh-so-many-years (via Writertopia) seems to be…not so much working, all of a sudden. Also, I adjusted my goal deadline by a week. Even at this pace, I don’t think I could make 9/8.

    Number of fiction words so far this year: 63,912




* “Gardener” = someone who writes by figuring it out as she goes, and tends to the plot/characters more like a garden to be grown than a puzzle to be solved. GRRM said years ago (in an interview in the Sydney Morning Herald) that writers tended to be gardeners, or architects. The architects are the folks with all the outlines and index cards; they like to know where everything is going before they get started.

The devil may care but I don’t mind

Here’s recent progress on my comedic murder mystery about an inconsistently clairvoyant travel agent who prevents a Seattle detective from participating in a plane crash – and together, they fight crime! Now with Bonus karaoke parlor tricks, a snarky best friend in a cast, and a fish named Brutus:


    Project: Far-Fetched
    Deadline: September 8
    New words written: 5797
    Present total word count: 30,844


    Things accomplished in real life: Walked the dogs; went to the grocery store; cleaned the whole house; did some laundry; went to the post office; went to the picture framer; etc. etc. etc.

    Things accomplished in fiction: Met up with nice cop dude to explain self re: freakout; agreed to an unholy trinity of Leda, Niki, and Grady for the purposes of snooping around these two cold cases – and, it is to be hoped, figure out how they’re connected; visited an old witness to see if he had anything new to add to his original story.

    Other: Oh hey, I cracked 50k+ words for the year so far. In August. Ugh. That number should be…oh, about twice that. Oh well.

    Number of fiction words so far this year: 55,749

It’s a rich man’s game no matter what they call it

Here’s recent progress on my comedic murder mystery about an inconsistently clairvoyant travel agent who prevents a Seattle detective from participating in a plane crash – and together, they fight crime! Now with Bonus karaoke parlor tricks, a snarky best friend in a cast, and a fish named Brutus:


    Project: Far-Fetched
    Deadline: September 8
    New words written: 6729
    Present total word count: 25,047


    Things accomplished in real life: Walked the dogs; talked the vet out of some med refills; went to grocery store; went to liquor store; hung with and/or played tour guide for my brother – who came into town for a few days; cleaned whole house; did a bunch of laundry after brother left.

    Things accomplished in fiction: was semi-useful at cold case crime scene, at least until the good-bye handshake – when our heroine had a psychic flash that [gasp!] suggested the Nice Cop Dude was somehow connected to the murder of her fiance 4 years earlier; cop went home and tried to unpack events, was counseled by teenage daughter of dubious helpfulness; heroine went home and cried on the phone to her best friend.

    Other: Not a terrible multi-day total, but I didn’t get any work done while my brother was visiting. Still averaged *almost* a thousand words a day, so I can’t complain. I’m almost caught up! Sort of. And hey, I cracked 25k, so that’s nice. Almost a third of the way through the draft, huzzah!

    Number of fiction words so far this year: 49,952