Old What’s Her Face* went to deliver some Easter presents to the grandkids this weekend. This left me alone with my daughter, and she works all the time.
Old What’s Her Face left me a Papa Murphy’s pizza for survival rations, because she knows I won’t bother if I’m writing and it isn’t something simple. On the way home from work, I bought two pears. As an old guy, you start to wonder about moving all that pizza through.
Fred Meyer had some nice looking Easter Lillies. I bought one with six buds on it for Old What’s Her Face. Because, you know, I lurve her.
I had plenty of writing time available. I told everyone how it went yesterday. My main character, Patty, faced evil all by herself.
In a way, I had to write evil all by myself, and maybe that’s poetic somehow. Lorelei** bailed on me, and I haven’t heard from her since.
Today, I finished Will ‘O the Wisp. I like it. I’m pretty happy with Patty’s character arc. She’s stronger, smarter, and soon to be happier.
I’m a little bummed out at only getting 73, 209 words out of it. I consider novels to be 80,000 words. I know that’s my personal number, and there’s no real number written in some mystical tome somewhere. I just wanted 80K, you know? Today’s word count was 3331 for those keeping score.
I have plenty of stuff to share with my critique group. There are a couple years worth of material here.
When I’m ready, I’ll read through it and correct some things. I always find extra words to kill. I’ve also learned that I can add words by making things worse. I’m not even close to ready for that job today.
Today is a day to be happy at finishing. There’s always more to do, and it can wait for a little while.
I’ve also decided not to write another novel – right away that is. I have a dandy idea, that merges science fiction with paranormal. I’ve been doing everything at once, and I need to pay attention to other corners of my life.
I’m going to put my effort into getting, Panama, Arson, and The Cock of the South on Amazon. Will ‘O the Wisp will come after that. I’m following a good lead on a cover artist for Panama as I write this.
Right now, it’s Spring. My fruit trees need tending, my roses need tending, and I’m pretty sure there’s a sturgeon in the Snake River somewhere with my name on it. Maybe there’s a catfish dinner swimming out there somewhere too.
* Old What’s Her Face, is not my wife’s actual name.
** Lorelei is my Muse. She’s been missing in action this weekend.