So I’ve spent the past week sleeping (along with TYG and the pups, of course) on our gorgeous new king-size bed. With the added space I’m sleeping much better, but I’m still falling short of a full night’s sleep. I’m waking up around 4 AM and that close to getting up (typically I’m up at 5) my brain doesn’t want to go back to sleep. So while I’m doing much better and feeling much less zonked during the day, it’s not quite as much sleep as I need. Hopefully I’ll adjust and start sleeping a full night soon. But heck, it’s still great being able to spread out comfortably and having a supportive surface that doesn’t jiggle like jello every time TYG or the dogs moves around.
(Unlike me, Trixie can sleep anywhere).
Another problem is that the dogs are sucking up extra time. Longer walks, now that the weather’s cooler. And about fifteen minutes before 11 A.M. and 5 P.M. walkies, they’re getting really, really restless and needy. Today, for instance, I was reduced to checking email starting around 10:45 because they were too distracting for me to focus on anything else. I don’t have a real solution. I know they want to go out sooner than they do, but I suspect if I went with that, they’d still be pushing for earlier walkies. So no.
Now, as to the writing—Southern Discomfort is up to 45,000 words, though I definitely need to rewrite some sections before I wrap up this draft. Everything is proceeding well. The arcs (or at least recurring appearances) of minor characters are shaping up without feeling forced, the main plot is developing smoothly, but I’ve added quite a few new scenes, and they need tidying up, adding sensory detail, etc. While I’m on line to get up to 50,000 words by Oct. 31 (my plan for the month), I may have to extend writing/polishing into December to get this draft finished.
I didn’t get any work on the ending plotting done this week, alas. But I think I’m definitely doing better on word count. Last time it was under novel length by a few thousand words, but this draft looks to be back up. I think — obviously it’s hard to tell when I’m mid-book, but by this point (Maria’s been busted, Olwen’s under suspicion and the Hither Country is merging with Georgia) in the last draft, I was several thousand words behind where I am now.
I’m also going to need to fact-check some scenes dealing with medical stuff, to make sure it’s all accurate. Fortunately I know doctors.
I turned in my next Screen Rant though it isn’t out yet: 20 Terrible Sci-Fi Shows You’ve Forgotten.
I proofed about half my next ebook (Applied Science, a collection of stories I did almost eight years ago). It’s pretty clean, but I think I’ll have to go over it and make some minor rewrites. These originally appeared one a month on Big Pulp and information I thought necessary to update new readers probably isn’t now — nobody needs to have Steve’s brother’s life as a spy explained more than once.
I worked some more on Trouble and Glass, now retitled No-One Can Slay Her. I think I have a better grasp of the plot but not quite good enough to finish this draft. I’m hoping to read this at the next writers’ group, but I still have time.
And I rewrote The Schloss and the Switchblade because after this summer, the reaction to being in a room of people wearing Hitler masks is not going to be the same as when I wrote it last year. The rewrite wrapped up, I sent it off.
Ultimately due to dogs and a couple of other issues, I didn’t quite make my 35 hours for the week. Nevertheless I choose to be pleased with what I accomplished. I’ll worry about fixing schedule problems next week.