Good morning! I’m a little slower getting out to the writing shed today, since I had a WorldCon panel leading into the board meeting last night; some board meetings are done by 8:30, but this one went ’til 10. We’re struggling with finding ways the library can support the parents and the schools during e-learning […]
9:30 — Chapter 6 revised, up to 17,562 words. I’m not sure I love this chapter, but that may just be because I didn’t get quite enough sleep and am feeling a little groggy. Also because it’s kind of an oppressive chapter for my poor protagonist? She is quietly miserable, so maybe that’s seeping out.
I revised two scenes, and then got a little stuck, because I want one of the characters to be a funny guy, and in order to write that well, *I* have to be at least a little funny, and my brain was failing to find the funny. I thought maybe breakfast would help, so I
Me messaging: “Hey, Anand. I’m starting to work on my world some more for the book I’m writing, and I need to come up with a bunch of creatures for it. Pibble-bugs, for example — I know that they’re little, and live in mounds of dirt on the ground, like ants, but I want them
You know, I spent a really long time wrestling with this novel, seriously struggling. The plot made no sense, I was fighting it for years. I had long, frustrated conversations with Kevin in bed late at night, trying to work through the plot problems. I finally finished a (3rd?) draft and gave it to my
I just thought I’d glance at the next chapter, and it turned out that it was in very good shape, just needed a little clean-up, so I started futzing with it and whoosh, there’s chapter 5 done. We’re up to 13000 words now, chugging along. Maybe I can revise ch. 6 today too? Eat something,
7 a.m. About 90 minutes of work; I went back in and re-read the first four chapters, smoothing language, but also making sure to bring out some emotions that a first reader had asked about. I’d meant the character to feel them, but her comments made me realize the emotions hadn’t made it onto the
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Texts I send my daughter: Hey, kiddo. Good morning. I’d like some sketches for the book I’m working on. One of them would be of a young woman, about 20 years old, half white, half Sri Lankan, so looking sort of like you but older. She has long brown-black hair in a braid down her
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Had a little trouble sleeping because I forgot my meds last night, oops, but on the plus side, was up by 5, had coffee and buttered toast and straightened up the first floor a bit, and have made it to the writing shed by 5:30. I feel like I’m racing with myself a little bit
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So, this is a little goofy. But there’s something about the casting / filming of The Expanse that made it surprisingly hard for me to tell a lot of the characters apart. So even though I read the first book quite a long time ago, and I’ve just finished watching season 1, I’m going to
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