Word (or 63 of them)

63 fiction words, 168 total words

I fixed my cover problem. That means today, hopefully, I can post the thing and move on.

It’s time to move on.

I have kind of hesitantly decided that in November I ought to try writing a trilogy again. It seems like the kind of challenge I should be able to handle, but I’d better get the romance beats down pat before starting or the stories aren’t going to go anywhere but wandering around into nowhere.

And I’m trying very hard (and mostly succeeding) to follow Heinlein’s Rules this year.

  1. You must write. (Not writing is failure.)
  2. You must finish what you write. (Not finishing is failure.)
  3. You must refrain from rewriting except to editorial order.
  4. You must put it on the market. (Readers are your market.)
  5. You must keep it on the market until sold.

Number three means (since I’m not able to employ an editor) that I have a couple first readers and if they catch things that are hard to understand, I fix it. If I don’t agree, I leave it.

I’ve done pretty okay with number two, except I’m still slogging through one particularly lost story. I haven’t given up yet, so I expect that means I’m still doing okay.

So yeah – trying a trilogy again this year (I’ve actually done this for the past two years and failed) seems like a viable thing.

63 fiction words, 168 total words

The small word count is directly related to the amount of time spent on cover art. So that’s a thing.

I’m off. Wish me luck.

Picture day

916 fiction words, 1,176 total words

I can tell it’s picture day for Junior Youth because the bathroom has been occupied for an hour. Hair must be straightened, and hopefully, it stays perfect despite the weather (because the weather always seems to mess with things like this) and time between getting ready and photo.

Yesterday I started writing a new short that I’m pleased with.

916 fiction words, 1,176 total words

For no reason, in particular, I tend to start getting “down” about this time of year. It progressively gets worse until halfway through January, if memory serves. It’s time to start paying attention to that and actively working against it because I can already feel myself withdrawing from the things I usually enjoy and making excuses not to do them. They’re valid reasons, too, but not insurmountable.

This time last year I don’t even know if I was writing at all. I just went to check my tracker and there’s a large gap between September and November. I am pleased to note that there will be no such gap this year. Tiny little blurps, but no big gaps.

So I’ll keep an eye on my mood and try to keep doing things I usually love doing, but also not doing things when I really just don’t want to. It’s a fine line. We’ll see how it goes.