I’ve had the same howling headache for … what? A week and a half now? Two weeks? I’ve lost track. I’ve managed to fight it during the day to get critical work done on Rebel Tales, but I’m so exhausted by the end of work hours I can’t do anything else.
I’ll be back when I can think again.
Keep writing.
Tossed all 148 words from last Thursday. Wrote 778 new ones tonight. Got the start to the scene I needed to have last week.
Have had migraines with vertigo and nausea all weekend, helluva headache right now. But today the writing worked anyway.
Kettan just gave a room full of strangers the shock of their lives.
How about you?
Started the new scene, but between a relapse into vertigo and the onset of a howling migraine, I got 148 words and I don’t like any of them.
I hope your writing goes better.
Tonight was amazing. Not in wordcount—I only had twenty minutes to spare. But in what I got. Will Call should go out tomorrow to everyone who’s already caught up.
And I haven’t dared let myself read over what I got, so it may be raw. But this is the scene I’ve been writing toward…the biggest candy bar in the box. And I think I got it. I think I said what had to be said here, got the words right, got the underlying theme right.
19 minutes, 675 words. I’m not sure I breathed the entire time.
How are your words coming?
There are nights when you’re writing things that come together easily…and other nights when every word requires deliberation, requires you to ask yourself how to put into words a thought you have never given voice to before.
This was a night like that. Kettan is speaking, and she’s fighting for her definition of creation, and why some creation matters and other creation does not, and why some creation is a form of destruction. The words did not come easy, but they came. 511—and I’ll pick up tomorrow with the “what are we going to do” part of the scene.
How about you?
Got sucked into the story and wrote longer than I intended to. 617 words in about a half hour after a decidedly rocky “blank-page, no first line” start.
Kettan has started working her way through her idea for beating Blade.
I really like what I got tonight. I can feel its thinness, and I definitely put a few things in there that are going to require some earlier mention in the revision, but I can feel the end of this story now, and it’s picking up momentum.
How did your writing go?
I got no official words tonight. However, I did work out the outline for the final nine first-draft scenes.
They are:
- Will Call
- Laying Bait
- Interlude #4: All About Class
- Windows Go Both Ways
- Lightcross
- Shadowcross
- Bloodline
- Justice
- The Morning After
And I got the ending line—the RIGHT one—always a big deal, because it made me shiver, and get just a bit teary-eyed. So now I have the motor for the rest of the manuscript.
I’m so excited.
How about your words?
The Monster With Two Masks went into the Aweber hopper today—folks who are caught up with the story should get it Friday.
Got 413 words to finish out the chapter. Not feeling great tonight, so it seemed a good place to quit.
Already have things I wish I’d put into this chapter, but I have a clear idea of where I’m going next. So onward.
You?
338 words today, as Kettan discovers the consequences of misadventure in Talysmana.
Buried in other work, but I’m delighted I got words done tonight.
And I turned 50 over the weekend—and so far, I’m liking 50 a WHOLE lot more than I liked 49.
How are you doing?
Fred, I discovered tonight, is a good, good dog.
Undid about 50 words from last night that went in the wrong direction, wrote 514 new words that are going in the right direction, and I am inordinately pleased with Fred.
How are you doing?