Wrote close to 1000 words this morning, wrapped a big scene. I’ve been doing the writing longhand because I’m trying to end every evening with 200 words, which means I don’t want to get pulled into the rabbit hole that is the Internet; but that means the bigger chunks get put in the notebook too,… Continue reading One weird old trick
Author: Matt
Battery drain
Ha, my first day of “I’m going to check in here daily” and I nearly miss it. I have an excuse; I always have an excuse. One of our cars wouldn’t start this morning. It was at the bottom of the driveway, blocking the one that would start. I think we actually got the kids… Continue reading Battery drain
The prodigal
Good morning. It’s been a while. How are you? Me, I spent a week in London trying to learn to be a software engineer, and another two at home trying to figure out how to get work done while the kids were homebound due to excesses of snow or snot. Other than the trip to and from… Continue reading The prodigal
Development diaries, 1-28-2015: The Pomodoro method
Normal day, the first of its kind in two weeks. Didn’t drop off the kids, but started at 9:00 anyway—took some time to walk around in the cold and plan the chapter in my head. It feels like it worked, but it also feels like something else worked. After nearly an hour bereft of focus,… Continue reading Development diaries, 1-28-2015: The Pomodoro method
Words 1-28-2015
The riot of battle done, Esker’s wound reasserted itself as he skulked along an alley of the claim. It was not bleeding too freely—it was a small wound, and his blood scabbed fast—but it was bleeding, and not a little, and who knew what might have been on the damned bullet? [[54]] He paused to… Continue reading Words 1-28-2015
The War of Songs
I had a process post lined up for this spot, but it occurred to me that it might help—in the interests of science—to know what these books are actually meant to be about. I was thinking that would be clear from the beats and synopses, but I’m actually not sure that’s the case; those are… Continue reading The War of Songs
Development diaries, 1-26-2015: Moar murder ballads
Early school closing today. Managed 1561 words in about three hours, which isn’t bad when you consider there were two old guys cussing each other out and threatening violence over whether you’re allowed to talk in a library. I’ve been teaching myself to play “Far From Any Road” on the guitar. I need to learn… Continue reading Development diaries, 1-26-2015: Moar murder ballads
Words 1-26-2015
Azmera Berta, off balance at the tense interaction between the Amen-Enkhs, swiftly and awkwardly adorned Hasina with his token, a silver barrette subtly styled in the shape of a violin’s bow. That left Ozier. The giant’s hand plunged into a pocket big enough to hide a loaf of bread, and emerged dripping, or so it… Continue reading Words 1-26-2015
Development diaries, 1-23-2015: Snow and plague
R. still has the Lovecraftian shits. Hence radio silence—I’ve gotten basically no writing done this week. I’ve posted the last seven weekdays’ effort as one update to THE CLAIM. At the moment, I’m sort of psychologically banking on something that ought to happen but isn’t guaranteed, namely the normalization of R.’s digestion once he’s out… Continue reading Development diaries, 1-23-2015: Snow and plague
Words 1-23-2015
To quell it, he answered the easier question. “Your man Taho,” he said. “He killed her father.” “Shame you didn’t just ask for him,” said the Tungsten Kid. “I might have thrown him in. Not sure he’s worth the food he eats, to be honest; he can’t fight much, and he wouldn’t know eld Art… Continue reading Words 1-23-2015