State of the Meerkat: A Retreat without Retreating
So this was the weekend I had blocked out to do a hard run on SILVER. Friday afternoon I laid in supplies (ready-to-eat meals and several bottles of wine), updated Anti-Social, and took a declared Twitter-cation for 48 hours.
And then I set to work.
Saturday morning I walked down to the farmer's market before the predicted rain came down. I actually didn't need anything, but knowing that it was supposed to rain heavily all weekend, I figured I should stretch my legs when I could. And the first feta-herb scone of the year! (yes, I could learn how to make them myself, but then it wouldn't be a special treat)
Sunday, when the rain stopped earlier that predicted, I took another long walk, and ran into some girl scouts hawking their wares near the local supermarket. Thankfully, I'd shoved a $20 in my pocket before I left the house.... and came home with cookies. Because: writing fuel.
That was it. Otherwise, I was in front of the keyboard, literally sunrise to, well, after sunset. It might not be as glamorous-sounding as a retreat to some pretty beachfront house or mountain loft, but you do what you can with what you've got.
The result: Many TBDL notes, almost 10,000 new words, and a totally revamped and rewritten outline later, I can see the hint of a light at the end of the SILVER tunnel. About a month from here, maybe less. Looks like we'll crack100,000 and a bit more, but not the 130,000 I was worried about. My editor is doubtless sighing in relief, somewhere.
And then I get to turn around and rewrite the entire thing. At least once.
And finish the mystery manuscript, yeah I know. Shhhhhhhh. We're getting there.
Other things accomplished:
windows cleaned (I ignore them all winter, because: winter) and new mesh ordered to fix the cat-damaged screens.
upgraded computer to Mavericks. Nothing blew up, nobody died, no data lost. Benefits yet to be seen, but no downside, either.
had the super come in to check the bathroom ceiling to confirm that yep, looks like we have a slow leak, and start the process for getting that fixed (which means having the ceiling opened up and replastered, oh JOY).
signed off on my taxes and closed out 2013's financial records
Right about now, I'm feeling a little brain-burnt. So I'm going to go become one with the sofa, take-out, and the television remote.
See ya in the morning.....
And then I set to work.
Saturday morning I walked down to the farmer's market before the predicted rain came down. I actually didn't need anything, but knowing that it was supposed to rain heavily all weekend, I figured I should stretch my legs when I could. And the first feta-herb scone of the year! (yes, I could learn how to make them myself, but then it wouldn't be a special treat)
Sunday, when the rain stopped earlier that predicted, I took another long walk, and ran into some girl scouts hawking their wares near the local supermarket. Thankfully, I'd shoved a $20 in my pocket before I left the house.... and came home with cookies. Because: writing fuel.
That was it. Otherwise, I was in front of the keyboard, literally sunrise to, well, after sunset. It might not be as glamorous-sounding as a retreat to some pretty beachfront house or mountain loft, but you do what you can with what you've got.
The result: Many TBDL notes, almost 10,000 new words, and a totally revamped and rewritten outline later, I can see the hint of a light at the end of the SILVER tunnel. About a month from here, maybe less. Looks like we'll crack100,000 and a bit more, but not the 130,000 I was worried about. My editor is doubtless sighing in relief, somewhere.
And then I get to turn around and rewrite the entire thing. At least once.
And finish the mystery manuscript, yeah I know. Shhhhhhhh. We're getting there.
Other things accomplished:
windows cleaned (I ignore them all winter, because: winter) and new mesh ordered to fix the cat-damaged screens.
upgraded computer to Mavericks. Nothing blew up, nobody died, no data lost. Benefits yet to be seen, but no downside, either.
had the super come in to check the bathroom ceiling to confirm that yep, looks like we have a slow leak, and start the process for getting that fixed (which means having the ceiling opened up and replastered, oh JOY).
signed off on my taxes and closed out 2013's financial records
Right about now, I'm feeling a little brain-burnt. So I'm going to go become one with the sofa, take-out, and the television remote.
See ya in the morning.....
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