Fair enough, I’ll take it

The dogs drove me nuts last night. I pulled some light clothes on and went to sleep on the couch. Something about scratchy Frankie paws on my neck, and about 60 pounds of Otto on my leg wasn’t working for me.

Old What’s Her Face got me up when she went to work at 3:00 AM. She suggested I try again, since she wouldn’t be in the bed at the same time. I was in a pouty mood and intended to just get up and get started, but I gave it the old college try.

I still had to nudge Otto off of me, but managed to sleep until 6:00.

I spent the first two hours puttering on things. This is my normal process, but I dragged my feet, because I call my parents at 8:00.

After the phone call, I decided to give it a try. I wound up making some decent progress. It feels like 1500 to 1800 words. Not bad at all for a Sunday. This was a transition phase, and those are slower to write.

My pirates sailed to the uncharted island, and are now prepared to go ashore. I put some effort into approaching the island through a thick fog, and the dangers that might present. There was a shipwreck, some big lizards that we’ve seen before, and something I called a black shark from out of the blue.

I expect this island to take up some time in the story. There are several things that have to happen. I’m debating making it a place that is in constant fog, and letting my pirates see bits and pieces of it. To my mind, it keeps it kind of mysterious, and will let readers know this is a big world.

There are people here, and there will be monsters. I stopped when I did so I could daydream about some of it with more specificity than before.

For those who are keeping score, I’m at 81,600 words. I’d like to hit 100K, and it feels like I can. That’s long for me, but this is an epic fantasy. It may not be formal fantasy, it’s a kind of flintlock fantasy, but fantasy just the same.

I picked yet another basket of peaches this afternoon. Peach waffles tomorrow morning for sure.

I’m off tomorrow, but so is my wife. This usually isn’t the sign for a good writing day, but we’re going to have a date lunch out of the deal. We ought to be able to get in to Old Chicago and have pizza without the long lines and waits.

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33 responses to “Fair enough, I’ll take it

  1. Congrats on the progress!

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  2. Sounds like great progress in spite of obstacles. Any writing you can walk away from and not delete later is a victory.

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  3. Congratulations, Craig! You’re almost there! Your story reads fascinating. Peach waffles sound amazing! Have a great week, my friend! Happy writing! 😊

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  4. Glad you were able to get some sleep afterwards. Enjoy your lunch date.

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  5. Sounds like you got some good progress done despite your sleep deprivation. Hope you have a great day today with the wife πŸ™‚

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  6. I know how miserable lack-of-sleep is. Sorry. But you’re still adding words and planning more. And… peaches!

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  7. Great progress and enjoy your pizza date! (I like fog for atmosphere).

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  8. I think you’ve made excellent progress on your WIP, Craig! Yummy – Peach waffles! I can gain five pounds just reading the words. πŸ™‚

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  9. You’re aiming for 100K? Wow, have you thought of splitting it in two and releasing two shorter novels? You’re having a field day with this one!

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  10. Gwen Plano

    This was a fun read. Congrats on your WIP….sounds amazing.

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  11. Remind me, would this be your first 100k work? Lizards are awesome. More lizards than giant squid?
    I don’t know how people sleep with dogs. I can barely sleep with my husband and some little cats. We kick the cats off and they come right back up, so I guess they’re okay with the kicking. Slept with the babies the first few weeks, nap with em now and again, never kicked them, but I haven’t slept all night with one in years. Sadie gets into The Mister’s spot when he leaves the bed in the morning, but she minds her own space. I reach out, pet the fluff, get a hug before I get up, but there is no way I could sleep with her all night. Fortunately, she prefers her crate. (It’s open, we only crate her when workmen come.)
    Anyway, I’m sorry your dogs drove you to sleep on the couch. I can’t sleep on my couch. Not comfy for sleepin.

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    • I’ve hit that number a couple of times. There’s just more story here this time. No giant squid in this one, so more lizards. (There is a giant jellyfish if that counts.) I had all the dogs trained to sleep on the floor. When Nyx died, my wife felt sorry for them and invited them up. (I think it was as much for her, and I understand that.)

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