Too much work on Wednesday-Friday. No work on creative stuff, except for a fresh stab at chapter one in an attempt to address the problems with my letting people into my crazy world. Obviously, I need to go to bed. And stop thinking about work. Continue reading

I think I just wrote a prologue. Anyone who complains is getting a boot to the head. Continue reading

I appear to have tuckered myself out. But I did write a few synopsis paragraphs, and I did talk to the collaborator about stuff and things. This week I have to do two pitch letters for two different projects. I think I’ll go to bed early tonight. Continue reading

I’m being dragged off by a synopsis sometime tonight. D’ya suppose sandpaper can buff out the furrows my nails’ll leave in the floorboards? Continue reading

Two first readers have already reported back to say they’ve finished. Reviews are good, but I’m getting very few heavy critiques, and that makes me nervous. A year’s worth of work, devoured in less than 72 hours by voracious readers. Hmph. I’m still resisting the temptation to crack the book open. That will come next… Continue reading

Though I’m not nearly as tightly wound as the last time I put myself through this, I did toss and turn most of the night away. And, of course, there are a million things I wish I’d done differently and a thousand things I could have done better, but…. Now is the time to forget… Continue reading

Making it an early night tonight. I wanted to write, but between aikido and dinner and finding a mold monster hiding in my pantry, I’m exhausted. However, while I got nothing done on SoS today, I did three pages of outline on that other book I’ve been kicking around since my forced vacation on Saturday.… Continue reading