Word count -- The Mourning Edition.
Words: 3,573.
Total words: 34,573.
Reason for stopping: end of chapter six, time to move on.
Music: Emilie Autumn, rocking the goth.
Lilly: asleep in the middle of my coat.
Chapter six of The Mourning Edition is finished! Ha! I bet you thought I forgot, didn't you? That I'd wandered off to greener pastures? Not this zombie girl! The living dead continue to be one of my life's great joys. It's just that sometimes, those great joys get faintly derailed by the need to battle Toby to a stand-still. Something about the girl having her own series already under contract makes her all pushy. I have no idea where she gets that...
So anyway, The Mourning Edition continues apace, and my understanding of the world is continuing to expand. Chapter six actually took as long as it did to finish because I kept back-tracking, ripping things out, and planting them later in the text. (Also because I got distracted perfecting my story for Grants Pass, but come on, the nice people invited me to their pandemic. They deserve the best I can possibly give them.)
I'm heading to Seattle for the holidays again this year, and while there's going to be a lot of rehearsal crammed into a reasonably small stretch of time, I'm also expecting long days where everybody else is off at work, and I can just write. If this goes anything like last year, I'm basically going to power through fifty thousand words and then look faintly confused.
And now, bed.
Total words: 34,573.
Reason for stopping: end of chapter six, time to move on.
Music: Emilie Autumn, rocking the goth.
Lilly: asleep in the middle of my coat.
Chapter six of The Mourning Edition is finished! Ha! I bet you thought I forgot, didn't you? That I'd wandered off to greener pastures? Not this zombie girl! The living dead continue to be one of my life's great joys. It's just that sometimes, those great joys get faintly derailed by the need to battle Toby to a stand-still. Something about the girl having her own series already under contract makes her all pushy. I have no idea where she gets that...
So anyway, The Mourning Edition continues apace, and my understanding of the world is continuing to expand. Chapter six actually took as long as it did to finish because I kept back-tracking, ripping things out, and planting them later in the text. (Also because I got distracted perfecting my story for Grants Pass, but come on, the nice people invited me to their pandemic. They deserve the best I can possibly give them.)
I'm heading to Seattle for the holidays again this year, and while there's going to be a lot of rehearsal crammed into a reasonably small stretch of time, I'm also expecting long days where everybody else is off at work, and I can just write. If this goes anything like last year, I'm basically going to power through fifty thousand words and then look faintly confused.
And now, bed.