Writing: Dare Day Two

[sartorias]

Spitting on fingers and toes and hauling up chainmail-and-asbestos trunks, I waded in and wrassled the plot squid to the mat. Despite resultant squirming tentacloids requiring massive amounts of restitching, I think I got things set up for the next bout. One more scene of tentacle-reattachment tonight before I retire to my well-earned

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[oracne]

Tomorrow onward, and no looking back, or I know the Crapomatic-2000 Bad Prose Detector will blast the house off the foundations. If I commence feline fleecing I won't get forward.

Yep. Yep yep. I know this feeling.

This morning's count somewhere at 9000 k, right now hovering at 11,450.

Wow, that's a good word count!

[sartorias]

I'm fast when I get the time. That doesn't mean good, it just means fast--a habit of over forty years of writing.

This particular project has in fact been on the back burner since, oh, 1969 or so, but now it has a contract and so it's time to haul it out of the mulch pile, plant, grow, and then prune the heck out of it come summer!

[oracne]

Deadlines seem to make a difference, even if I self-impose them.