I landed at the writing cabin early this morning. I had the little gyrocopter buzz a mammoth and her calf to clear the runway, but it was a piece of cake after that. Frozen ground is almost as good as asphalt.
Lisa met me coming up the stairs. She wore a green, knee-length, Christmas dress with furry white trimming. “What are you doing here? Thought you were done for the year.”
“Not by a long shot. I stepped back to do promo, but never intended to take a longer break. How’s the coffee situation?”
“I can make some. I have the cabin wired as a smart home, so all I have to do is send a signal to the coffee maker.”
“Very efficient. I’d expect nothing less from you.”
“Go into the lobby and check out my Christmas tree. I’ll bring you a cup when it’s ready.”
The tree was one of those artificial pencil trees that are so popular now. Lisa always was on top of trends, but she decorated it with shapes she’d cut out from old compact disks and circuit boards. She had stars and reindeer, there was even a pair of high-heels in shiny compact disk silver. “What’s with these ornaments?”
“Those are things robot girls like. I didn’t think you were coming out until next year.” She opened a large box with bubble-gum pink baubles. “Do you want to help me finish decorating it?”
“Tough to pass up, but I need to start writing again.” I left her to it, then went to my office.
The first step was to reread a few chapters of HMS Lanternfish. This helped to get back into the swing of things. When I finished that, Lisa came back.
“I’ll go get my pirate outfit. Didn’t know that’s where you were working. Do you want the root monsters?”
“Where are they? I assumed they went home.”
“They’re in the vegetable crisper drawer.”
“Oh-my-God. Are they okay in there?”
“Oh yeah. It slows them down and keeps them fresh. They drank all your beer the other day, though.”
“No, then. I don’t need their mischief just yet. My pirates have so many problems I don’t know how they’re going to deal with them all. I’m going to have to address a bit here and there. I’m going to deal with this treasure galleon on the horizon, then address some of it in the cool down phase.”
She placed a steaming mug on my desk. “Holler if you need anything. I’m going to work on my tree.”
My crew took the galleon, and it posed yet another problem. Throughout their adventures, they’ve never had enough. They didn’t have enough cannon, they needed munitions, they needed crew. This time they have all of those things. Sailcloth, food, whatever they need. The galleon provided them with too much.
Gold is heavy, despite what the movies show us. You don’t just toss gold bars around like potatoes. A bellyful of gold will make Lanternfish draft lower in the sea, and limit her mobility in a fight. They even have to distribute it correctly to keep the ship running true.
There’s also the question of how to cashier the crew when there’s too much. They can’t pile it under cots and hammocks. They also lose motivation to continue on with the war effort. The crew is tasked with warfare, but could easily retire to a nice island or villa somewhere with this much gold.
Most of my time was spent in the cool down phase while James speculated on the logistics. He’s a worrier, and that suits his character.
Lisa returned with fresh coffee, and an outfit change.
“What’s with the little guys?”
“I only got a couple of them out for inspiration. There are another dozen in the fridge. They think my tree has weird fruit growing on it.”
“Your ensemble is inspiring, too. You make a picturesque pirate.”
“Darned straight. Let me know if you need my Serang outfit for a chapter or two.”
“Not today. I’m about done. I have a couple of other projects to get to. 2100 words is a good day after being away for so long. We’ll pick it back up tomorrow.”
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It feels good to get back to new material after my break. I want HMS Lanternfish to hit the shelves in 2020, and it would be best if it were in the Spring to spread things around a bit. Guess I’d better keep chipping away at it.
The root monster in the crisper caused me to laugh out loud. Fun post.
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That Lisa has some unusual ideas.
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Hahahaha.
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Yay! You’re back at the keys. I miss writing after a while. Bet it feels good. Hope the words flow for you in December.
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It feels great. Don’t know how good it is, but there are a lot of things on the table for my characters to sift through.
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Good luck as you chip away! (Heehee, the vegetable crisper!)
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Thanks. Glad you liked the vegetable crisper part.
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I am so envious! So far behind its not funny, but I want to be back in the saddle in the New Year!
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I never intended to stop, but all that promo was a killer. Eventually, I stopped the promo sooner than I planned. It may not have helped Serang, but I am happier. Thanks for the reblog, too.
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that’s what happened with my latest promo, it almost drained the life out of me, but so glad I did it…
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Necessary evil, for sure.
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Oh, it was worth it all…
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Reblogged this on Loleta Abi Author & Book Blogger and commented:
I love to read about other writer’s processes!
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Thank you, Traci. I’m an open book over here.
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I love your journeys to the cabin. Wish I had one!
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Thank you.
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Sounds like a predicament with the gold and supplies. I always imagined pirates would splurge on fun stuff if they landed a big one. You mention that they have everything they need, so what about the things they want?
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This is more about honor, and the captain is trapped there. The crew, not so much. It’s another thing to deal with. He wants to turn the tides of this war. Lots of guns, gold isn’t bad there either.
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Honor is always a tough one to work with. It can be a great device to guide a character, but they can slip into being too honorable fairly easily. It can be self-destructive at times.
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Good to know. I’ll watch for that.
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Loved the post, and glad you got a decent word count in.
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Feels good to be doing the part I enjoy.
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Love the root monsters in the crisper! Great writing day, Craig 🙂
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Thanks. It feels good to be writing again.
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Do pirates have a bank where they can store some of the wealth? Also, it might be fun if another pirate ship decided THEY were the big treasure galleon!
Although, if they’re trying to build an army, maybe they could use the excess to put that ship on retainer?
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I have distant plans for spending a bunch of that gold. Right now it’s kind of a plant for that payoff later. It could cause some grumbling among the crew, though.
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I absolutely love this, Craig! Wouldn’t it be incredible to actually have an isolated writing cabin and a robot girl to fix coffee? Well, in all honesty, I’d probably have to make mine a robot guy, but he could still fix a great cup of coffee. 🙂 Congrats on moving forward. It’s interesting how perspective changes when we return to work that we haven’t touched in a while.
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It would be heaven. Disappear for a few days, be creative, then return to the real world.
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Glad a couple root monsters got to come out for a bit:)
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Hope they stay out of mischief while I’m at work.
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lol
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Sounds like you’re going to have to start hiding your beer.
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I think so. It freezes outside, so I may have to get creative.
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You have quite the sense of humor. I love that the root monsters were chillin’ in the crisper. Can’t wait to read this one.
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It’s going to take some time to get it ready. I’m glad there is some interest building out there.
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