There's something here from somewhere else

Starting a new project is hard, but hey, that's how I earn my living ... so today I began drafting up sample content for a book called Shouting Distance. I promised myself that I'd have (at least) two partials/proposals worth selling before spring, and Brimstone went off to the agent and editor last week; so now it's time to tackle the next thing in the queue.

Therefore, here's today's progress on my southern noir about a woman whose memories and identity erode, only to reveal hints of another person entirely: a detective who vanished on the day she was born in 1959; now with BONUS moonshiners and revenuers, small-town governments with big-time crooks in office, cops both corrupt and courageous, and one hell of a paranormal twist:
Project: Shouting Distance
Deadline: March 1, 2015
New words written: 1415
Present total word count: 1415



Things Accomplished in Fiction: The first page is always the hardest, and frankly, I'm surprised I got as far as I did.

Addendum: I did indeed re-tool the proposal for this yesterday (as vowed) and I'm happy with the results, but I won't be able to wrap it up for querying purposes until I have the sample content nailed down. (Because the end result often varies - sometimes wildly - from one's initial projections.)

Things Accomplished in Real Life: Neighborhood jaunt with dog; housework; yet more business emails/texts/etc. for good things I'm not allowed to talk about yet; sent husband to grocery store for sodas; not much else, due to the struggle getting started on this one.

Cat-Related Other: The sock balls, the water gun, Operation: KittySquish ... all of these things have ultimately failed. Today the husband and I surrendered and called the vet, who told us the kitty is almost due for her checkup anyway - so we're bringing her in tomorrow. Upon this visit, they'll run blood screenings and so forth to make sure she's not having any medical problems (just crazy old cat problems) and then explore anti-anxiety meds and/or sedatives. We're at our wits' end, and we have to do something.

Dog-Related Other: Greyson is starting to smell a bit, and he ate two rounds of mystery poop on his walk this morning before I could stop him. These two things may or may not be related. That's all the news that's fit to type. Sort of fit to type. Oh well.

BONUS Other: You guys, I am so tired.

Number of fiction words so far this year: 9714

Greysongram.