Sitting in a nest of bad men, whisky bottles piling high

Here's today's progress on my fifth Clockwork Century novel - a book about teenage juvenile delinquents, hypothetical ghosts, and gangland mayhem within the walled city of Seattle ... now with Bonus! zombie Sasquatch and the return of everyone's favorite elderly cross-dressing Native American princess:

Project: Inexplicables
Deadline: September 15, 2011
New words written: 2028 (better)
Present total word count: 104,089 words

Things accomplished in real life: Daily run/climb + yoga; epic ton of day-job work; emails galore; called Dad to wish him "happy birthday"; wondered why there are so few hours in a day and really, can't I just petition somebody for a few extras?

Other: Today I realized I'd been a dumbass for a couple of months. I'd been thinking, "It sure would be nice if my Wii Fit would let me customize a yoga workout without all the cutesy stuff breaking up the action. Then I realized there was a very obvious way to program my own routines, and I felt pretty stupid. But hey, it's all set up NOW. And credit where credit is due (to me): my arms are starting to look pretty sweet. Six weeks of this stuff is actually changing my shape, in a good way.*

Other - the Director's Cut: Mostly it's day-job work as of late, and no, I still don't get to tell you about it. I find this frustrating for a number of reasons, not least of all the following: (a). I am led to understand that I might get to tell you about this job next year sometime, which is to say, after the present gig is over, (b). merely saying, "I did lots of work today!" is not very awe-inspiring, nor does it convey how much work I'm actually doing. Trust me. You'd be impressed if you knew. Somehow, the knowledge of this is less satisfying than saying, "I did XXXXXXXX today and it was badass but it took, like, six hours and then some, so I would've written more fiction except that I got hungry so I stopped and made supper."

Total narrative fiction word count for 2011: 104,089 words

* I am not trying to lose weight. In fact, the little Wii thingy - which does not take bone structure into account, or it would know I am built like a hummingbird - tells me I am underweight. It is wrong, but I don't care about that one way or another. Mostly, I don't want to reach forty with bat-wings.