To those who have decided to peripherally monitor this train to see of it goes off the rails, I feel obligated to inform you that I am not a same time every day writer. It comes when it comes and the schedule allows. I would love to be a same time every day AM writer. Alas, there are days when I am a PM writer, and even late night writer. (In fact, that is most days) Happy Scribing. Image found here: http://barryrutherford.hubpages.com/hub/What-I-love-about-Canada
March 14/15 – Days 134 & 135 – 1024 Words
It’s that time again. The beginning of another writing week and time for me to tell you that I advanced the book another 1000 words, and am still on track to my destination of ‘The End.’ My MC is back with his original partner and they are on their way chasing down the bad guy. The Novel Train is rolling along, and at about 70k words, is just getting a full head of steam. I anticipate another 25-30K words to completion. Which, averaged out to about 3500 words a week, going by the median of 27.5K words, comes to another 7.9 weeks. (We’ll just make that 8 for good measure)
So, barring delays, or a derailing catastrophe, of course, we are talking roughly two months to this train reaches its destination. But, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. One day at a time, one step at a time, 500 miles at a time, keeping our noses to the grindstone and the fingers typing. There are still a few minor things to work out here and there concerning the ultimate ending, as well as the order of an event or two, but for all intents and purposes the tracks are clear of debris. Even so, isn’t that the time when things go kaplooey? Just when you think you got it all worked out and lined up - Bam! A short right uppercut to the jaw and DOWN GOES FRAZIER!
I don’t think that will happen, but I bet Frazier didn’t think Ali would knock him out either. So, yeah, kaplooey possibly on the horizon. My solution to a possible kaplooey, and an anxious thought or two creeping in? One day at a time, one step at a time, 500 miles at a time, keeping my nose to the grindstone and the fingers typing. And that goes for all the way through to however many rewrites there are. The time to smell the roses will come. Right now, I am still planting them. Happy writing people. Feel free to see Contact page for calendar blurbs, and Home page progress meter for count and mood.
March 16/17 – Day 136 & 137 – 1034 Words
Strumming the thought machine for a meaningful play. Clicking the string on the light bulb above my head to get it to turn on. It’s update time, I say, time to shine. Give me a sentence, a direction, a course for the post. Let the words flow from mind, to fingers, to keyboard; setting up a spiffy comment or relevant observation. Come on brain, it’s getting late and the coffee is wearing off. It’s the bottom of the ninth and we’re down by a run. Give me a hit so I can blog the winning score. A thousand thirty four words down in two days is good, but it is in the title and obvious even to the half-blind. So, what we got? A movie reference? A song? A famous line from a famous person to get the juices flowing? No?
Don’t make me talk about the weather. For, surely, as the tree leaves, do the seasons change from one to the next. The war rages between them, but every new victor perpetually defeats the old. In my lifetime, never has Winter defeated Spring, only Fall, the nemesis of Summer. Mind, O’, mind, would you have me post this and look the fool? Topicless, poinless, directionless and full of foibles? You would, wouldn’t you? Just to prove I am nothing without you. Then the fool you be, for what I am comes from above the heavens, and what you are comes from me. So, who is this day’s court jester, if not you?
“You do realize you just called yourself an idiot, don’t you?”
Which, in my mind, doth wrap this loony puppy up. Happy writing citizens. Feel free to roam the lands of these pages.
March 18/19 – Days 138 & 139 – 1029 Words
I haven’t even begun the Irony 3 or Bust Novel Train update yet, and you want a word?
“A question, really.”
Go ahead, but make it quick.
“No problem. I just want to know one thing.”
And that is?
“What in heck, tarnation, the world, hades and Davey Jones locker was that last update about? Were you high?”
Not even a little bit.
“Then what? Because, by the end of it, you sounded like the fool you called yourself.”
I simply wrote what was in my head. And trying to find a new way to say the same thing I’ve said for twenty weeks, and countless updates, was in my head.
“And that’s what came out? Talking to your mind and the changing seasons?”
“Then you’d better be glad this blog is free, because there would have been refund requests in your inbox for sure.”
Alright, you’ve had your word, now on to the update.
“You would have had to give all the money back, and a whole lot more for punitive damages for inflicting that drivel on the publi--”
And to the corner you go. Okay, so, I am in chapter 25 now and just finished having a necessary conversation between two characters to explain what is going on in the side plot, as they are chasing down someone who has been doing a whole bunch of killing in another city, which is connected to a case from Irony (Book 1) The Animal. I am at that small lull point between action for my MC to get to more action. They are sitting in front of a dark, brooding, but elegant home, and about to go in. Hmm, who knows what I have waiting for them inside? Maybe nothing, maybe something. Either way, there is supposed to be a dead body in there for them to see. Will it be there when they go in? Will the killer still be there waiting for them in a shadowy corner? Good questions, every one, and being processed in the old brain hopper for writing.
Okay, so, there you go. Does this better meet with your expectations?
“Oh, I can come out of the corner now?”
To say one more thing, before I wrap this loony puppy up.
“I got your Fidget right he--!” (Week 19, days 131 &132)
Ooookay, then, folks, that about wraps this loony puppy up. Happy writing and feel free to see Contact page for calendar blurbs, and Home page progress meter for count and mood.
March 20 – Day 140 – 426 Words
Okay, so, end of another writing week on the Irony 3 Novel Train rails, and that about wraps this loony puppy up! Happ-
“Geez, you aren't even trying anymore, are you?”
“First, the spaced out post a couple of days ago, and now you are ending this one in the first sentence?”
What? Oh, you mean I didn’t write anything? Well, will you look at that? Sorry, folks, but in my head I wrote this long sophisticated post and was sure I typed it too.
“Cheese and Crackers, can you be any more transparent? Just admit you were attempting to mail it in.”
Never, never would I mail it in on the passengers riding this train.
“Uh-huh, right. So, why don’t you explain the reason you missed the 500 word mark?”
Actually, I didn’t. I reached my 500 word goal and then some.
"Then why does the count read 426?"
Because, right before posting it, I read over the day’s words and just did not like what I read. So, I did some chopping and rewriting and by the time I was done the count dropped to 426. Being that it was the end of chapter 25, I decided to wait until a new writing day to begin the new one.
“And you expect anybody to believe that?”
It is what happened.
“Yeah? Okay, then, why not just post the original count? Who would have known?”
I would have, and like I said, never would I mail it in on the passengers riding this train.
“I don’t know. Smells fishy to me, like you are trying to say you tell the truth all the time or something.”
I try to come as close to it as I can, depending on the situation.
“Ha! So, you admit that you’re a dirty stinking liar. I knew it!”
No, what I am saying is that if a hefty woman asked me if I thought the dress she was wearing made her look fat, I would not say, “No, it’s not the dress, sweetheart, it’s you.”
“Then what would you say, Mr. Honesty?”
I’d probably say something like. “I don’t know if that color matches your complexion, but it is a nice dress.”
“So you would avoid the question altogether, which some would say is a form of lying.”
“I’m out of here, because I feel a lightning bolt about to strike you down.”
Hmm, a lightning strike, wonder if I can use that in the book?
“You want to wrap this up? Your truth redirection makes me nervous about being around electronics right now.”
Okay, then, I cannot lie, that about wraps this loony puppy up. I'm in chapter 26, my MC’s are in the house I mentioned last update, and I am still working toward The End. A beautiful thing? You betcha! Happy writing people, and feel free to see Contact page for calendar blurbs, and Home page progress meter for count and mood.
For the weekly week’s end jam, I give you Broken Wings by Mr. Mister.
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