But when she left gone was the glow

Here’s today's progress on my fin de siecle gothic epistolary about Lizzie Borden fighting Cthulhu with her trusty axe, now with Bonus! ghosts, guilt, arcane science, and an accidental villain who's losing his mind and his humanity in tandem:
Project: Maplecroft
Deadline: October 15, 2013
New words written: 1411
Present total word count: 92,743 words



Things accomplished in fiction: Thought I was finished with the backfill, but I was wrong. Oops.

Next up: The beginning of the end. No, for real this time. I sat around and mapped it out last night - which was when I realized I was missing a piece or two of backfill, which I fixed today. This whole book-making business ... it can be imprecise. Yanno.

Things accomplished in real life: Daily jaunt around the neighborhood with the dog; yardwork; lots and lots of Fiddlehead line edits.

Other: YARGH. So this morning I go to water the hanging flower baskets on the front porch, and WHAT DO I FIND? Two more bird nests with eggs in 'em, that's what. [:: headdesk ::] They can't be more than a couple of days old, and the eggs won't hatch before the roofing guys come on Monday ... so I don't know. It's warm enough they might be all right without a full-time sitter, but I'm afraid the parent-birds will be chased off for good by all the commotion. And unfortunately, I can't just leave them where they are and hope for the best; the baskets are immediately beneath the worst of the damage, and they have to come down. I'll try to put them somewhere safe and cross my fingers, I guess. We can't put off the work any longer.

Bonus! other: At least the new birds are camped in baskets. Hell of a lot easier to move a basket than a nest wedged up in the eaves. (And I don't really care if the flowers die. It's not that big a deal. I can get more flowers when the birds are gone.)

Fiddlehead Other: I hate line edits. I mean, they're important - and how! - but I hate them. Sword of Damocles, up in here. Can't do much of anything else while they're hanging over my head; but regardless, I'm not sure I'll be done by the time my editor wants/needs them. My mom/family/etc. arrive Friday, and as soon as they're gone, it's two days of roofing work stomping about overhead. I'll do my best, but I may have to weasel an extra couple of days next week.

Number of fiction words so far this year: 88,605