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
Tag: The Claim
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
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
Development diaries, 1-19-2015: Thin green sewage
I have written 2300 words in the last three working days, due to R.’s sickness and my wife’s coming down with what I can only assume is Chagas disease; even when it’s just the two of us and R., she is usually asleep, and thus no words can be written. This puts me behind by… Continue reading Development diaries, 1-19-2015: Thin green sewage
Development diaries, 1-15-2015: ALL THE DISEASES
R. is sick. The symptoms appear to be a frothy mix of stomach bug, pinkeye, and ear infection; the Internet would suggest these can all arise from a viral ear infection, which would make the antibiotics the doctor prescribed yesterday possibly worse than useless. I learned of this at about noon on the 15th, so I’m stalled… Continue reading Development diaries, 1-15-2015: ALL THE DISEASES
Development diaries, 1-14-2015: Out of the Tungsten Kid’s camp alive
I wrote 500 words yesterday. Combined with the 800 I still owe from last week, that put me 4900 words behind. 4900 words divided among the 13 writing days remaining in January is 374 per day; round it up, and I’m at +400, or 5100 for today. A quota I did manage to hit today,… Continue reading Development diaries, 1-14-2015: Out of the Tungsten Kid’s camp alive
Development diaries, 1-13-2015: How do I take these hours seriously?
Today’s challenge: I’m starting writing at 11:40. I’ll quit by 2:30. Then it’s a dentist appointment, then pick up the kids, then nighttime routine. The challenge is not “How will I make quota?” I’m not writing 4600 words in the next three hours. I mean, if it happens, that’s great, but I do plan on… Continue reading Development diaries, 1-13-2015: How do I take these hours seriously?