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Archive for February, 2013

Progress Report, in which the work still won’t write itself

I kept waiting for that new scene I needed for From Earth I Have Arisen to write itself, but it stubbornly persisted in not doing so.  I mean, no matter how long I stared at the blank page and that blinking cursor, no words magically appeared.

So I suppose it falls to me to write it.  And just to punish this recalcitrant scene for making me work, here’s a new Magic Meter:

I’m guessing at the overall length, of course.  Should be pretty close, though.

Ye Olde Obligatory Snippet:

They had squeezed Kathleen into a cot in the corner of the basement, behind a set of washing machines.  An IV line attached to her arm kept her hydrated, but the hospital had no other medical equipment to spare.  Six other cots had been crammed into the basement, all occupied by patients in the throes of the Red Death.  Wayne thought the one nearest the door may have expired recently; the wasted body lay motionless on its cot, the skin gone gray where it hadn’t been mottled by the telltale rash.

The smell in the place was terrible—a sickening mixture of urine, feces, and rot.  The surgical mask he wore—provided for him when he’d brought Kathleen in two days previous—did nothing to screen it out.

Still, the corner behind the washing machines, though cramped, afforded them a modicum of privacy.  At least Kathleen wouldn’t have to see the other victims.  And the dim lighting made her own rashes seem somehow less severe.

This new bit will be pretty self-contained, so no major surgery should be needed to insert it.  Once I’m finished with that, I have a laundry list of other items to address, but most of those should be reasonably easy to handle.

Adding to the fun, the taxman cometh this weekend.  And I still don’t have my expenses organized.  Naturally.  Hey, I just wouldn’t be me if I didn’t put this stuff off until the last minute, would I?

Right.  I’ll figure it out.

No updates for Write Club.

Off to the word mines . . .

Progress Report, in which I grudgingly admit what writers do

Made some notes on the From Earth I Have Arisen rewrite.  Looks like I’ll have to write a new scene or two.  Good thing I had cut so much out of this story in the previous draft.

Now I have to, you know, actually do the writing.

What’s that?  A writer’s supposed to write?  Jeez, it’s always something with this gig.

Well, whatever.  If that’s what it takes.  But don’t expect me to be happy about it.

Oh, and I also made an appointment with the tax guy.  I figured that, if nothing else, would motivate me to get my receipts in order.  And it will.  Eventually.

Write Club update:  A personalized rejection from Waylines.  Response time, three weeks.

Up next:  Productivity.  One hopes.

Later . . .

Current Music: "Driving Towards the Daylight"--Joe Bonamassa