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Archive for September, 2014

Progress Report, in which there is a strange new development

And in a strange new development, I actually committed verbiage last week, beginning a new short story.  Look!  It’s Magic Meter!

Would you believe, folks, that these first draft words are my first of 2014?  You would?  Well, that’s because you’ve been following these progress reports, then.  And, you know, thanks for that.

But I digress.  All I meant to say is that I’ve been doing nothing but rewrites up to this point.  It’s good to be working on something new.

As this is a contest story, the title will have to remain classified.  I’ll probably change it at some point, anyway.  And no snippets, either, I’m afraid.  Sorry about that.

I don’t even have any updates for Write Club.  Gee, I guess I don’t have much for you at all.

But there’s Magic Meter, right?  So that’s something.

And I’m out.

Current Music: "Time For Me To Fly"--REO Speedwagon

Progress Report, in which I get what I deserve

So, last week.  Not a really good one, writing-wise.  Because reasons.  Let’s just leave it at that, shall we?

Oh, and lest you think I’m letting myself off the hook, be assured that the writing gods have seen fit to punish me appropriately, to wit:

Write Club updates:

A bounce from an agent on a requested partial.  Response time, 52 days.

And personalized rejection from Tor.com.  Response time, 373 days.

No more than I deserve, I guess.  The writing gods have spoken.  All praise the writing gods.

Yee.  Ha.


Current Music: "Tomorrow"--Bob Seger

Progress Report, in which I make no promises

So that idea I’ve been nursing?  The one I’m not sure will work as a story?  I did a wee bit of research and started scribbling notes, getting into that phase of the process that I like to call dream time.  And now I actually have some characters and a plot.  A little more dream time, maybe, and I’ll actually be able to start drafting.

And I’m still not sure it will work.

Not that that will stop me, natch.  Sometimes you just write the damned thing because you have no other choice.

Right, then.  No promises, but there’s a chance Magic Meter may make an appearance next week.

No updates for Write Club.

And I’m out.

Current Music: "Intension"--Tool