Have I been bad about working on this project? Oh yes,
totally. I dropped the ball right out of the gate, I swear. But in my slight defense, I've been tied up in
Inexplicables edits, and I've also been trapped deep in the throes of some disgusting, phlegmy bug I picked up upon my return from Tucson. I blame the husband. Because he is here.
Anyway, this is pitiful progress, but it's the only progress I have to report. I cut out some material, rearranged some material, and then added ... well, not a huge segment of material, but better than no new words at all.
So here's an update on my comic/sci-fi young adult project where a girl becomes a ninja and fights aliens with much ass-kicking and many LOLs but not a whole lot of kissing (or any kissing, to be frank) plus BONUS Bruce Lee's ghost, a vintage Thunderbird, zenlightenment on the fly, and fat stacks of Cool Ranch Doritos.
Project: Ninja PlanetDeadline: Sooner or Later
New words written: 1516 (Don't judge.)
Present total word count: 24,672 words
Things accomplished in fiction: Was picked up by an FBI agent who is stuck running errands for a belligerent alien abduction victim. Got lost in those little residential neighborhood warrens on Queen Anne hill.
Things accomplished in real life: Burned through half a box of Kleenex (with lotion somehow magically incorporated into them, thank God); got my inbox down to zero which was no small feat, I'll have you to know; recounted a pretty kick-ass dream
on Twitter; very little else of substance, to be frank.
Ah, well.
Published on March 20, 2012 23:20
Not a pretty picture. The guy lived in New York City in 2001 and he has that lung disease that people who were in Manhattan when that happened have.