March's writing progress
As you can probably imagine, given last month's post, I haven't done much writing this month. Mum's funeral was on the 17th, four and a half weeks after she died, which seems to be typical for the UK these days. I had my first dose of COVID-19 vaccine a couple of days later. I've never had a bad reaction to a vaccine before, but my luck ran out this time. For a few hours, I was shivering and had a high temperature, then my arm was sore at the injection site for a few days, but after that I was fine. It's worth it to be (partially) protected from the virus.
I finished the second draft of Command Authority, which came in at 32,000 words. While I wait to forget what I think I wrote, so that I can do the third draft with fresh eyes, I started another science fiction short story that will eventually be part of Racing the Storm. It doesn't have a title yet, not even a working title, but I expect I'll think of something. So far, I have about 2,000 words of it. Here's hoping it'll remain a short story, rather than turning into a novella-that-wants-to-be-a-novel, like the last one did!
I finished the second draft of Command Authority, which came in at 32,000 words. While I wait to forget what I think I wrote, so that I can do the third draft with fresh eyes, I started another science fiction short story that will eventually be part of Racing the Storm. It doesn't have a title yet, not even a working title, but I expect I'll think of something. So far, I have about 2,000 words of it. Here's hoping it'll remain a short story, rather than turning into a novella-that-wants-to-be-a-novel, like the last one did!
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I understand your feeling bad about letting the meeting go ahead, but you weren't to know. I assumed you hadn't seen my previous post, because you would've said something if you had. So it's my fault for not telling you individually.I did wonder whether to cancel or postpone, but honestly, I was glad to have something else to think about for a while. It was mostly my Dad planning the funeral, so there wasn't much for me to do, except offer moral support. (There were a couple of "one day we'll look back on this and laugh" moments in the planning.)
We were close, though the dementia took a lot of that away. I know in years to come, I'll be able to look back fondly on the time I had with her.
Thinking of you Steve. Dementia sounds so terrible. You loose someone before they are gone.It is now almost 7 years since my father died . Every so often something would remind me of him and I miss him terribly. It is true that they say people live on in the memories of the people who loved them.
Somehow I missed your February update in which you wrote about your mother passing away. Please accept my belated condolences. Sounds as though you were quite close? May there be some solace in all the good memories.
Looking at the dates, I realise that her funeral was the day after our last book club meeting! My goodness, you must have had a lot on your mind that evening. I feel awful. If I'd known, I would certainly have postponed the meeting to a later date, especially as it was your book choice that we were discussing.