Words words words
The novel with a working title nobody but me can pronounce did the whole Frankenstein's Monster bit last night. I slowed way down to write some description because if I can't smell the setting, I can't write the story.
So here's a wordcount... thingie in which I continue to delude myself that this is a 120,000 word book instead of a five bajillion word book that I'm going to have to cut back down to size because otherwise the agents I'll query in the future are going to assume that either a) I'm stupid-crazy or b) the wordcount in the query letter is a typo.
"IHMWTEMTIHTNI"
I was initially planning on racing Jay Lake with his drafting of Endurance, but that's not feasible, because I seriously don't write that fast unless it's NaNoCrap. I've recently discovered I have very little patience for the amount of rewriting that NaNoCrap requires, so I'll save that until November.
In any case, LOOK! LOOK! MORE WORDS! THERE ARE MORE WORDS NOW! I'M NOT COMPLETELY USELESS ANYMORE. ALERT THE MEDIA.
And finally, (because the entire point of having an author blog is to inflict unedited writing on the now-wincing masses) have a paragraph of exposition!
"Twin streets traced both sides of the angled form of the Virine River's south branch, chained as she was by a latticework of bridges. Brick and stonework walls rose from the muddy riverbank, striped by months of high water lines. This near to the sea, the river had tides. When they shifted, the water would run backward toward the Print District, running salty as far upstream even as Slaughter Row."
And I'm using one of my Arthur icons because I added that movie to the Netflix insta-queue and everyone else was horrified, since I'm the only one in the house who likes it. Well! It's not my fault you people* have no taste.
*both cat hoarding and non-cat hoarding roommates alike, damn it.
So here's a wordcount... thingie in which I continue to delude myself that this is a 120,000 word book instead of a five bajillion word book that I'm going to have to cut back down to size because otherwise the agents I'll query in the future are going to assume that either a) I'm stupid-crazy or b) the wordcount in the query letter is a typo.
"IHMWTEMTIHTNI"
I was initially planning on racing Jay Lake with his drafting of Endurance, but that's not feasible, because I seriously don't write that fast unless it's NaNoCrap. I've recently discovered I have very little patience for the amount of rewriting that NaNoCrap requires, so I'll save that until November.
In any case, LOOK! LOOK! MORE WORDS! THERE ARE MORE WORDS NOW! I'M NOT COMPLETELY USELESS ANYMORE. ALERT THE MEDIA.
And finally, (because the entire point of having an author blog is to inflict unedited writing on the now-wincing masses) have a paragraph of exposition!
"Twin streets traced both sides of the angled form of the Virine River's south branch, chained as she was by a latticework of bridges. Brick and stonework walls rose from the muddy riverbank, striped by months of high water lines. This near to the sea, the river had tides. When they shifted, the water would run backward toward the Print District, running salty as far upstream even as Slaughter Row."
And I'm using one of my Arthur icons because I added that movie to the Netflix insta-queue and everyone else was horrified, since I'm the only one in the house who likes it. Well! It's not my fault you people* have no taste.
*both cat hoarding and non-cat hoarding roommates alike, damn it.