All work and no play never made me lose it
Because writers don't get holidays, we get deadlines: Here's weekend progress so far on my witchy art-deco horror novel about Lizzie Borden thirty years after her parents' deaths - now featuring ghosts and non-ghosts alike, anti-Catholic conspiracy nuts, supernatural political shenanigans, the mafia, and a Bonus! space-worshiping murder cult hiding behind the KKK:
Project: Chapelwood
Deadline: October 1, 2014
New words written: 2818 (today and yesterday)
Present total word count: 85,025
Things accomplished in fiction: Made a morbid bargain; got a visit from a ghost with a very strange confession and an awful warning.
Next up: Find out whether or not it's too late to make a run for it.
Things accomplished in real life: Neighborhood jaunts with dog; lunch with husband; plans with friends for later this week and next; epic ton of yardwork.
Yardwork Other: Tackled HedgeHenge in earnest; finished trimming All The Things; went on vine patrol all around the front yard and side yards; cleared out the small bed beside the gate (main entrance, really) - including a massive cut-back of a holly that had problems with spider mites, cleared out a zillion weeds, pared back the Japanese anemones because they were trying to take over the world; weeded all the rest of the roses; went pruning/weeding around the front yard hedges and the side yard hydrangeas/rhododendron, which took forever.
The Rest of the Other: The weather was good again yesterday - as good as it's likely to get for quite some time, so I figured I should go ahead and dive in before the heat/humidity came back. The husband mowed the yard and trimmed most of the hedges, but he's a bigger puss about the warmth than I am - so I did all the rest (as outlined above). Not gonna lie: It was too much. I'm dragging and aching today, and although the weather is almost as nice today as yesterday - and there's more work to do - I just can't do it right now. Oh well. I got about 2k words done instead, so that's fine, too.
Dog Other: Have a Bonus! Greyson picture, whereupon he has tried to bury a toy beneath a rug in the living room...but got stuck. I'd like to call this shot, "Um...this isn't what it looks like." (Though it is, in fact, exactly what it looks like.)
Number of fiction words so far this year: 118,418
Project: Chapelwood
Deadline: October 1, 2014
New words written: 2818 (today and yesterday)
Present total word count: 85,025
Things accomplished in fiction: Made a morbid bargain; got a visit from a ghost with a very strange confession and an awful warning.
Next up: Find out whether or not it's too late to make a run for it.
Things accomplished in real life: Neighborhood jaunts with dog; lunch with husband; plans with friends for later this week and next; epic ton of yardwork.
Yardwork Other: Tackled HedgeHenge in earnest; finished trimming All The Things; went on vine patrol all around the front yard and side yards; cleared out the small bed beside the gate (main entrance, really) - including a massive cut-back of a holly that had problems with spider mites, cleared out a zillion weeds, pared back the Japanese anemones because they were trying to take over the world; weeded all the rest of the roses; went pruning/weeding around the front yard hedges and the side yard hydrangeas/rhododendron, which took forever.
The Rest of the Other: The weather was good again yesterday - as good as it's likely to get for quite some time, so I figured I should go ahead and dive in before the heat/humidity came back. The husband mowed the yard and trimmed most of the hedges, but he's a bigger puss about the warmth than I am - so I did all the rest (as outlined above). Not gonna lie: It was too much. I'm dragging and aching today, and although the weather is almost as nice today as yesterday - and there's more work to do - I just can't do it right now. Oh well. I got about 2k words done instead, so that's fine, too.
Dog Other: Have a Bonus! Greyson picture, whereupon he has tried to bury a toy beneath a rug in the living room...but got stuck. I'd like to call this shot, "Um...this isn't what it looks like." (Though it is, in fact, exactly what it looks like.)
Number of fiction words so far this year: 118,418
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