|Nov. 26th, 2013 @ 04:20 pm It's hard to hold a candle in the cold November rain|
|Looking back on that last post - so filled with promise! So filled with work! - I guess it's no big surprise it's taken me a week to get around to posting again. My absence hasn't been very interesting from an internet-posting standpoint; indeed, it's exactly what you'd expect: I'm trying to juggle three deadlines and wrap up remodeling on my house before the holidays set in.|
It makes for busy times, but not very bloggable times.
That said, the house is as done as it can expect to get, anytime soon - so that's one thing down. We now have a formal dining room, a much cozier living room/den, and a fully remodeled master bath. UNFORTUNATE NO MORE. [:: flings confetti ::]
Now I can stagger my days around the following routine (as required by deadline hierarchy): (1). mornings, get a few words done on Jacaranda, (2). break for lunch, (3). spend all afternoon cleaning up Princess X until such a time as Princess X achieves Draft One status - and then move on to Maplecroft revisions, and bring that one up to Draft Two status.
Present time-table projects this round of Princess X revisions should wrap up by the end of next week, knock on wood. Then it's Maplecroft, which I'd like to hand in around New Year's - and since the revisions aren't too heinous, that shouldn't be a problem. Knock on even more wood. And all the while, I'll spend a couple hours every possible morning working on Jacaranda, producing a full draft by New Year's as well. Knock on a whole damn forest.
I suppose I'll go Christmas shopping when I'm dead, or something.
Anyway, this is how the sausage gets made.
And on that note ... here's recent progress on my poltergeist-plagued hotel horror story, wherein everyone’s favorite steampunk Texas Ranger joins forces with a goth-as-hell gunslinger-turned-padre who may (or may not) have supernatural powers:
Deadline: March 31, 2014
New words written: 2719
Present total word count: 5745
Things accomplished in fiction: Met a nun about a thing. Toured awful hotel. Got a glimpse of the insanity just under the floorboards.
Next up: Visit crime scene. Have supper. Meet fellow hotel guests.
Things accomplished in real life: Morning jaunts around the neighborhood with the dog; bathroom remodeling completed; assembled epic solid wood dining room table (LIKE A BOSS); hooked up some old friends with our (not very) old couch that no longer suited our needs; cleaned house top to bottom while the place was partially empty (after one couch departed, and before the massive silver velour sectional and/or dining room furniture arrived); went shopping with husband for odds and ends and groceries; went to the bank; went to the post office; filed a crap-ton of receipts and paperwork; picked up old frames with new glasses lenses in them, and they are marvelous; ordered new contacts; took dog to the dog park a couple of times.
Other: Still enjoying working on Jacaranda quite a lot. It's very different in tone from anything I've done in awhile, and it's smaller...so I can be a little more "macro" with it, if that makes any sense. I wish it didn't get the shortest nub of my work day, but for now, that's just how it's gotta be.
Highly aggravating other: Our brakes are starting to go. Dammit.
Four-legged other: Greyson continues to do gloriously well at the dog park. He has about a half a dozen dedicated dog friends, of whom at least 2-3 are always present in the afternoons. One of his favorites is "Kayak." Kayak is a Newfoundland, and Greyson is basically his Mini-Me. Or Kayak is Greyson's Mega-Me, however you choose to look at it. They are buds, and it is adorable.
Bonus four-legged other: Greyson's car anxiety continues to improve, though incrementally. He will willingly (sometimes, almost eagerly) go to and from the vehicle - but he still acts like he's going to a firing squad, every moment he's actually riding in it. He shivers, shakes, and drools like mad, even though he clearly knows (at this point) that everything will be okay. I don't know. All we can do is keep this up, and hope that in time, the poor little dude can find his zen.
Number of fiction words so far this year: 175,351