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Archive for November, 2009

Progress Report, in which I am still unsure

Another week, another 5K on Wet Work. And another Magic Meter, back from the Land of Technical Difficulties:

Alert readers will notice that I’ve given up on 100K for this novel. It just ain’t gonna happen. I’m pretty confident I’ll at least get it over 80K. I guess I can live that.

Final climactic confrontation is dead ahead. And would you believe that even now, this close to the end, I still am not sure how it will resolve itself? I mean, I think I know who’s going to make it and who won’t–but the blocking for the scene still hasn’t been worked out. I guess I’ll know when I get there.

Want a peek?

She looked to the other security monitors in front of Barry. Most of them showed unremarkable shots of the shelter from various angles, but on one of them–one of the dormitory views, though she couldn’t tell which–she glimpsed a strange flicker of light.

A piercing siren sounded throughout the building, loud enough to hurt. All three of them covered their ears at once.

The fire alarm was going off.


Movin’ on . . .

Progress Report, in which I assert my niceness

Logged 5.1K on Wet Work last week.  Magic Meter is having technical difficulties, so we’ll have to rock this one out old school: 

73,299 words

Yeah, I know.  It’s just not the same.

Climax is dead ahead.  A new possibility for the ending reared its ugly head yesterday–and yikes, is it a downer.  But I have a sneaking suspicion it’s the right one.

Hey, it’s not like I enjoy doing this stuff to my characters.  Not very much, anyway.  Only a little.  And I feel really bad about it afterward.  I’m actually a very nice guy, really I am.

Look kids! Here comes Mr. Snippet!

Progress Report, in which I am tantalized

Notched 4.4K on Wet Work. Here’s Magic Meter, for your edification:

Made goal for the month of October, so I’m feeling pretty good about that. Almost done with Act Two, and feeling good about that, too. Still need to figure out how this ends, though–and I’m not sure how to feel about that. I think this is the farthest I’ve gone into a novel without knowing the ending. Still, there are some tantalizing possibilities that have me . . . well, tantalized.

It’s becoming increasingly clear that I don’t have 30K of story left to tell here. I kinda doubt I even have 20K left to go. I’m guessing I have about 10K of plot remaining. That’s going to put me very much on the short end of marketable length. And I’m reasonably sure this thing is a little bloated, which means it’ll be even shorter when I do the rewrite. This is going to put the novel at a pretty serious disadvantage when the time comes to send it into the big, bad publishing world.

But I guess that’s a problem for another day. Not much I can do about it at this point, anyway. Snippet time: