2,105/44,298
Welp. The climax of the plot is written. After this, it’s a matter of spending another couple of thousand words writing the epilogue and using the rest to insert a bunch of stuff into the text. And then we have the first draft of a short novel.
Dang.
With my name properly attributed in the book, mind you.
In the mail. My story is on page 58. VICTORY. pic.twitter.com/NheShwMUmS
— Ogiel (Moe Lane) (@Ogiel23) November 26, 2018
2,064/42,193.
This total might change today, but I got to a good stopping point and my wife and youngest have just gotten home. We are just starting the final confrontations, because there’s a lot of people coming to this denouement party. Hopefully it’ll all work out. And then I just need to fill in some bits, and then we’ll have ourselves 50,000 words.
And that’s where the fun really starts. Frozen Dreams will be no more polished and ready to go than The Case of Charles Dexter Ward was when they pulled it from HP Lovecraft’s posthumous files. And, yes: I am precisely that arrogant. This is news?
Although I will say this: like everybody else (including its author Roger Zelazny), I’d recommend Damnation Alley the novella over the novel. It’s a good post-apocalyptic road trip story* that’s influenced a lot of other stuff out there, but the novella is simply tighter than the longer version. ‘Course, the novel probably paid better.
Moe Lane
*Just ignore how ridiculous the weather conditions are. I mean, they’re really ridiculous. In ways that are sometimes hard to fathom.
2,096/40,129.
Annnnd we are back on track. Shockingly, we are also staring down the actual, no fooling, end of the plot. Once it’s done, it will be 50K words’ worth of story. I’ll have to rewrite the living hell out of the whole thing, but, yowsers, there’s a book forming here. To quote a character from the book It; it may be an awful novel, but at least it won’t be an awful unfinished novel.
Then again, given what happened to that character…
Over on Patreon; it’s a public post, so spread the link around. Also, PDF attached. Note: rough/first draft.
1,936/38,033.
Back up to 99.2% of target number. Got to smack around a Commie stool pigeon today, I did. Had to be careful not to make it too over the top, though. Hard, but hopefully I managed and that’s what rewrites are for.
1,867/36,097
Today was a day of filling in some blanks in the past. Adding to one chapter, fleshing out some vignettes, that sort of thing. We go on. Six hundred extra words tomorrow and we’re back on schedule.
2,315/34,230
Made up a good bit for yesterday’s bye. Will probably be back on track by Friday, if this keeps up. And, let’s be honest, I won’t have much else to do this weekend anyway.
I know, I know: poor, poor, pitiful me. Lots of people have it worse. A lot worse.
1,685/31,915
Today we got to meet a police captain! And a couple of hookers! You don’t have to have hookers in your detective pulp story, but it doesn’t hurt.
Moe Lane
PS: I don’t know when the writing schedule will be disrupted by Thanksgiving, but it’s coming. Particularly because a minor family medical issue requires us to split the party for Thanksgiving itself, with me at home with one of the kids. But everything will be fine and this is all a self-imposed deadline anyway.
