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I'm the arrow shot straight to hell. . .
tranceptor
Still at it.

No, really. 

Emotional State: Mumford & Sons - After the Storm

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Got back from teh trip a couple weeks ago. It went well, I came back with a folding drawing table I made myself, and a new tattoo, as well as enough money (did some work while there) to buy a new laptop which will enable me to once again work on two computers since the coma that befel my last one. I also took down a few notes for my books, which i will be typing up soon. Currently I'm getting some artwork out of the way so I wont be destracted by the need to finish it, and can then focus more intently on the books once again. 
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Dad arrived yesterday for his conference. I'm all packed, and really the only thing I need to do is a bit of cleaning. However, complicating things a little is what might be either and ingrown nail or paronychia or blood blister (all three are remakably similar in early stages in both appearnce and symptoms). But, they are treatable in the same manner. Warm water soak in epsom salt, thankfully I have both cause I'm prepaired like that. I'm leaning towards either paronychia or blood blister and I *think* was caused by my hitting one of my chair's wheels with my toe. Accidentaly of course. It either formed a blood blister, OR did just enough damage to allow an infection to set up home.

My only concern is that it might get worse while I'm away. None of those three things are all that terrible, but certainly are annoying and I really don't want to have to deal with any of them while I'm not at home and trying to relax and think up new stuff for the books. If it gets bad enough that I have to visit a doctor, I am sooooooo hosed as there is no way I could afford it and I loathe the idea of having to saddle my dad with the bill. Or worse, he suggestes going for treatment in mexico, which would mean no treatment at all.

No joke, I would rather risk losing the toe than going back there. Having lived there for so many years, I've had my fill.

I'm gonna see if I can convince my dad to stick aournd till sunday morning, that way I can get a good couple days of soaks, and hopefully by then things will be well on the mend. I'm really hoping it's just a blood blister because if it is, then now that I've drained it, it should be just about healed up by tomorrow and not require any extra effort. Which is how things have gone the last few times I've had one.

Speaking of stupid health BS, my back is starting to feel better. Which is nice after the three or four weeks it's been giving me problems and completey wrecking my workout routine. Hopefully it will be all better when I get back so that I can start working out again. I really need to workout some more. 
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Haven't written in nearly a week, a week tomorrow actually. I'm not entirely sure how that happened. The days just slipped by. I tried fixing my laptop, but it just isn't happening and I suppose that threw me off. But I suspect it was really a combination of stuff that included me trying to prepair for my trip to visit my dad. I still have to clean the house and get some artwork done (hopefully) before I go. I have like two pieces and 3 days to do them. I suspect that I may be a little overly ambitous in thinking I'll finish before I leave.

But hell, a person's gotta try. If I can finish even just one, I'll count it as a win.

Always take your wins where you can.

I'll try to get some writing done while I'm away. I bought a new notebook just for that, though writing long hand is tough cause I can't write faster than my brain thinks of lines. Typing is soooooooooooo much easier. But progress is progress. I'll take my wins where I can. 

Emotional State: Hawthorne Heights - Ohio Is For Lovers

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Since last updating. I swear, they slip by so quick.

Well, new chapter started and I'm just about done with it. I didn't get as much as I would have liked over the last few days, trying to string things together and maintain a certain level of anticipation is just not an easy task with this part. I'm currently at just over 75k on a book that is likely to end up running 120k (but hopefully less).

If that wasn't enough, on monday my laptop started failing. Which is my fault I believe, as I ended up (in my frustration over my broken mouse) hitting my laptop directly over the spot where the harddrive is located. I really just meant to slam my mouse down becuase sometimes that really does work with it. A minute or two later my laptop started threatenign to give up the ghost.

I didn't bother with it yesterday becuase trying to fix it on monday was doing nothing but frustrating me even more. I wanted to trade that frustration for writing. But today, I had planed to write, but then decided to hold off and work on the laptop a bit. I want to see if it can be fixed to work for a while longer, or if I am finally at the point where I just have to pack it away.

A decision needs to be made on that cause until then, it becomes this distraction and source of frustration that makes it hard for me to focus on writing. I'm just like that, when there is a mechanical problem, I just want to work on it until it's fixed and I can't really concentrate on anything else. But after today, I should know one way or another and then get on with life and start working on the book tomorrow. I really do hope I can fix it cause I certainly don't have the $300 for a (basic, no frills, just for writing and movies) new one, and working off two computers makes my multitasking happy and it keeps me productive in just about everything.

I'm currently defragmenting it to get all the bad sectors out of the way before I reinstall win 7. If it doesn't work, then I'll be packing it up and have one less thing to worry about, which is good. Still. . . I feel a bit sad about it, this laptop has been good to me for some 5-6 years. I wrote my and finished my first book as well as a wealth of stories on it. I could not have asked for a better laptop, it has held together really well. Even if the lid is held together C clamps, no joke. 

Emotional State: Gavin DeGraw - Follow Through

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Almost, but just shy of 1k and the close out of another chapter. So no complaints. Finally nearing the part of the book I was most excited about when I initially planed out the notes several years ago. Once I get through it, I can close out act 2 and start act 3. I rearranged some chapters, placing them in act 1 because act 2 was starting to look really bloated. Now they are evenly divided into 15 each. For now. Depending on how things turn out, I may do 4 more chapters before closing act 2.

This is also, from a pacing and plotting stand point, the most difficult part of the book so far. So I worry it may take me longer to finish than I would like. I'm not sure there is much I can do about it really. Like everything else about this, the only solution is to simply write it and manage the best I can.

It's frustrating to think back and realize I've been writing this book for three years when, quite honestly, I should have finished it inside of one. If I've learned anything from that, it's that whatever happens in the future, I can't allow that to be the case again. I still have seven more books in this series alone, so I just don't have that kind of time to waste. If I had stuck to it and followed through on my plan, I would have been starting book four around now. I can't let myself forget that error pf carelessness.  

Emotional State: Staind - Nothing Left to Say

2 Made me bleed + Cut me. . .
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Managed 1,600+ words today, which is really nice. It allowed me many hours of guilt free gaming once I was done. If only I could do that everyday, I would finish this book in no time.

However, I had to look up some punctuation rules to double check something and it turns out I have been punctuating dialogue incorectly this whole time. Not obvious errors, but any editor or slush reader would have caught it and that would have looked bad for me. So I will, at some point, have to go back and change the dialogue on everything I've written over the last few years. Which is kind of a lot.

Necessary, sure, but I am really, really not looking forward to it. Cause it;s going to be a big, tedious job. Even so, I'm glad I caught it now, instead of finding out after a wealth of rejection letters.

In other news, I haven't been able to work out all week cause I hurt my back. It's been really frustrating cause I only have a couple weeks left before I go visit my dad, where I wont be able to work out for at least a full week. I thought it would have healed by today, but when I woke up this morning. . . OW. Just OW. 

Emotional State: Kopecky Family Band - Change

2 Made me bleed + Cut me. . .
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Just over 9k in 16 days? Though I'm still at it, this is taking a lot longer than I was hoping it would. I should be getting 1k a day, but I'm averaging around 600 words a day. :/

With the extra 50k I'm allowing myself to finish this book, it is going to take a really long to finish it going at that pace. I just HAVE to finish this as soon as possible cause I still have 2 more books around the halfway mark that need to get finished. I need them done in the next 5 months so I can start shopping them around. I'm not sure I could work on all three every single day AND write them to the best of my ability.

However, I have no other solution but to simply keep writing. It's all I can do. 

Emotional State: Sam Hunt - Make You Miss Me

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since I last posted in here!?!

Well, alright it's like this; didn't get any writing done since finishing the previous chapter. I instead spend that time editing what I had to second draft status, which took. . . . 2-3 days, but now all the new stuff is now second draft, AND backed up multiple times over different devices, cause I really don't want to have to write it all over again just because this computer or that device wants to be stupid.

I still have more to write and I would really like to get to the next chapter, but it is storming over here, so the dog is inside the house which, becuase it's such a small space, is preventing me from cooking food for the rest of the week (A MUST do, task) and writing. It would also prevent me from working out, but considering how sore I am from yesterdays workout and how much my back hurts from all the cooking I did yesterday (all my cooking surfaces are knee-height, no joke), I was unlikely to workout today anyway. Still though, all my plans are on hold until this storm goes away and I can get the dog out of the way and out from underfoot. It's not even the rain really, she would happily play and run around in that all day, but the constant thunder freaks her out. 
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Closed out another chapter today. Bringing my total to just under 7k words in 11 days. Not as well as I would like, but at least things are getting done. Ideally it should be 10-11k in as many days. I wasn't held up or distracted. The lowish count is really jsut a result of the time I spent trying to figure out what happened next or how to word things in the most clear, efficient, and interesting manner possible for a first draft that seems like a second draft.Though I recognize and appreciate the editing phase, I don't enjoy it very much and so I do like to try and keep things as polished as possible the first time around. It takes a bit more time, but the end result is that my second drafts tend (to me) to read more like a final draft.

Well, now to get to working out and the eating of foods.   
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and the new one is begun.

The last chapter ended up running longer than I had intended, but that's perfectly alright as I am giving myself a bit of freedom to not worry so much about word count at the moment so I can focus on just telling the story and finishing it in a timely manner. I will be cutting things down when I begin a proper second draft. For the moment, it maters only that I keep writing and getting my characters where they need to be within the narrative.

This next chapter was a little tougher, I didn't write as much as I would have liked, a measly 400+ words, but considering I began the day with a headache that I thought would take writing off the table today, I can live with it. I got down all the prep stuff I needed to set up a real go at the chapter tomorrow. Basically setting the stage and motivations to get the specifics and plot points down without too much backtracking.

I had hoped to have the first three books of the series done around this time, but I will have to settle with just the two. Nothing to do but keep going forward and try not to feel overwhelmed by what I still have to accomplish. One foot in front of the other and all that. 
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And I managed to get just shy of a thousand words yesterday, which is still surprising. I keep rechecking the word count to make sure my brain isn't just making up the number to make me feel better. But nope, it's still reality. All the more surprising because it doesn't LOOK on the page like it is as many words as is claimed, Yet I really am already halfway through this chapter.

Gonna get back to it today and hopfully close it out. I had a few options on how this chapter could go and when I started it in the morning, it was going one way but a late night thought before going to bed has set me on the proper course, I think. I can put the focus on the new character of this book. One who is only going to grow in significance as the series continues for the next couple of books.

I'm trying to keep up with the workouts inspite of the cigarettes, but it's mroe difficult for sure. Less energy, like workout out at a higher altitude. But I like to think that if I can keep doing it, then when I can switch back to the ecigs, then things will be easy enough that I can up the reps and weights when the time comes. Hopefully seeing a big improvement in the weeks following that. Though, when I can switch back is currently up in the air. Nothing for it but to just keep going forward. 

Emotional State: Little Big Town - Better Man

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Looked on having a cigarette again, a real full of tobacco and death cigarette, would probably have appeared comical from an outsider's point of view. It's been six months since the last one and I was really hoping to go a lot longer. I set aside a couple weeks a year for them, during the times when I go visit my dad cause sitting on the front porch with a cigarette, a beer, and some music is just what I do there. It's a comfortable place, a safe one where I can set aside my fear of cancer and mortality for a few days.

At home, in my room, alone, that doesn't exist. Cigarettes are these things which I know are going to kill me in slow and painfull way but whcih I can't go without-without losing my mind. The electronic one are supposed to be the third option in the choice between slow painful death and the ability to think straight, where I can really have it all. My get-out-of-jail-free card, the thing I never thought I would exist ten, twenty years ago but do and I'm grateful they do.

But money is tight now, too tight for them to be viable for the foreseeable future and it saddens me that-that is the case. No, fuck that, it scares me. That's the heart of the thing, it scares me. I can live without being able to to run a mile without gasping. I can live with being dependent on something that doesn't impare my cognitive functions. I can live with spending that majority of what little money I have, on something that neither feeds, nor protects me from the elements, or powers the lights and heater/airconditioner in my house. I've made my peace with that. It's the reason why my default userpic is what it is. I know who I am am accept my faults.

I can't live with my lungs mutating into something insane and selfdestructive. Something capable and perfectly willing to kill us becuase I have one, ONE, fucking vice that I know and accept, I am unwilling/able to give up. I have proven that i can go years without sex, alcohol, human contact and my world keeps turning. But going without smoking. . . . It's not a pretty, pleasant, or peaceful thing and two weeks is about the most I've managed. It's also the one vice most likely to kill me.

But here's the kicker; I haven't written in months. Not stories, not nothing of consiquence, I haven't put my thoughts to pages in ages in any meaningful way, but the moment I have a cigarette. . . here we are. It's not lost on me, it never is, I am very cognisant of the reality that there is something about the ACT of smoking that just gets me going and typiing. Inspite of the annoyance of ashes on my keyboard.

Nicotine is a neural enhancer, sure, that's not news to me. But ecigs give me the same thing, and in a less lethal fashion no less, yet I never feel as creatively spurred as I do when I'm having an actual cigarette. I suspsect that there is simply some ingrained psychology in the act, every aspect of it, developed over the twenty-three years i've been doing it that triggeres my brain in just the right way. A way that I can't recreate with approximations of things which satisy the same chemical craving in a nonlethal fashion.

So what do I do with this? Well, for the foreseeable future (until I can afford the $70-$80 monthly price of ecigs) I am back on regular cigarettes. What can I do but just try and create, convince myself that I can make something good of this, write, write, and write until I've done what I need to, can do, and am able to switch back to the version of this that isn't likely to kill me sooner rather than later.

Before I close out, I'll let you in on a secret. Some, fifteen years ago my grandfather gave me his zippo. He smoked for years but quit some time before i was born. This zippo has his intials on it on everything, still has the original box too. Well, I use it to light every cigarette I have when I'm at home. Now that he's gone, I like to think that so long as I'm using it to light my cigarettes while I'm at home, that I'm protected form the adverse effects of them. I know it's ludicrous and totaly not true cause the universe doesn't work that way, couldn't possibly be that kind, or care on bit about a single person residing in one tiny portion of it's vastness. . . but I still like to think it, cause it makes me a little less afraid of what I'm doing to myself with each puff.   

Emotional State: Michael Ray - Think A Little Less

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Or are people on tv a bit less attractive than they used to be? 
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I realize I shouldn't have gotten out of bed.

Today looked really good from there. 
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that went wrong today, is completely ridiculous. It was like nothing was going right. Even the stuff I tried to do just to make myself feel better about a crap day, still failed. Eventually  Ijust shut down and ultimately reminded mtself that at least I have food in my stomach, a roof over my head, and clothes on my back.

Still, I'm hoping tomorrow will be better.

I've had a lot of long standing projects lying around that i just haven't been able to get myself to finish. Most of the mart related. I figure it's about time I just get on them and start finishing things. So my future now has a lot of audiobooks and illustrations. So help me, I really need to get all this artwork finished. Just thinking about it sitting there, waiting to be done. . . it really gets under my skin because it becomes a distraction to finishing my books. These goddamned books need to be done already.

As it stands, I have 8 months to finish writing 3 books. That is not a lot of time for that many books.If I manage to finish just one in that time, I'll consider it a failure.I can probably live with myself if I only get 2 done, but one is just unacceptable.

Right now, it does hinge on how quickly I can finish up some of this artwork. I can't stand this shit not being done already.

I need to seriously rethink my self discipline, cause at some point in the last couple years, I lost it. I feel like complete shit over how little i have actually accomplished over the last couple of years.I'm not pushing myself hard enough.  
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It's been a whole month since I last updated! How did I let that happen!?!

Didn't get as much writing done last month as I had hoped, largely due to stupid reasons I wont get into but I aknowledge it was totaly my fault. So that's on me. I'd write more about what's been going on, but I am currently suffering from a horrific injury to my middle finger which is making it very difficult to type. I'll update more and better once this damned thign heals.  
7 Made me bleed + Cut me. . .
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Now at 37+k words. That's about 5k in 15 days.

Kinda crap. But it puts me in striking distance of the halfway mark for the book, and I'm about to close act one. It also means acts 2 and 3 will be shorter, which is good. I don't like a long second act and deffinately not a long act 3 so I'll take it as a win. But I expect my word count to increase a fair bit in the next couple weeks. We'll what's what then. 

Emotional State: Little Two Eyes - All The White Horses

2 Made me bleed + Cut me. . .
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32k+ words at the moment, right at the first major turning point and close of act 1. I was a little hesitant to beging writing as I wasn't sure how much I would be able to do, but hey even if it's a single sentence a day right? I ended up knocking out nearly 2k and it felt great, no part of that was a struggle in the slightest. I still have much more to say, but I'm starting to feel a bit drained and I haven't eaten since yesterday, opting instead to write as opposed to having some food.

This is going ot be a hellova ride I'm sure. 
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Hadn't gotten any writing done in a couple weeks, which was really getting to me. I wasn't exactly panicing about it, but I wasn't particulalry calm about it either. Last night I just sat down, opened the book's folderm document, and played some music hoping that something would come to me. It worked. Not a big word count, but really I'm just going to have to force myself to sit and write the fucking book even when I'm feeling blank.

It's tough though cause it does scare me find myself looking at the first third of a book and blanking on what to do next. Next year, or thereabouts, I need to start trying to get these published and to do that I want a couple more completed books. I don't think I would have the confidence otherwise.I have to force myself to, if nothing else, write at least a few sentences a day. If I do that, at least I'll be making progress, no matter how small.

Still, I've only been working on this book for almost 60 days. To have 30k to show for that isn't terrible. It's not great, but it's not terrible. I need to remind myself of that. At that rate, assuming I can maintain it, I could be done in four more months?

Hell, if I'm feeling a little crazy I just might try to work on two. . . or even three books at once. Let's see how that goes.

There really is nothing else to say about it. 

Emotional State: Phantogram - Mouthful Of Diamonds

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Word count was kinda crap today. But on the plus side, I'm nearly 30k into this book and without beating myself up I think 30k every month and a half wouldn't be so bad. I'm thinking maybe three more chapters till the big finish of act 1. I'm really looking forward to that. 
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I haven't written in 5 days! I only thought it had been 3!

Shit, I need to get back to that.
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I knocked out about 2500 words today. Giving me a total of over 27k words since mid november. I started this book around the 14th of last month, so this amount of progress is pretty great. I missed some days here and there and came up short on others, but as a whole I've been doing well I think. A few more chapters and I can close out this act, flip the story on its head and finally reach my big reveal where the reader finds out that this book isn't about quite what they expected. The same goes for the characters.

I'm really excited about this "Oh shit!" moment.

In other news, another dog passed away last friday. I'm not particularly broken up about it, which probably sounds little cold, but she was 15 and had gotten to the point where she really couldn't walk on her own and was in pain a lot. For the passed couple years I kept expecting that that year would be the one when she passed, yet she kept on going. Last week my mother made a joke that she was going to last forever, then a few days later she slipped away and was gone. It's sad and it sucks, but life is a finite thing and we all only have so much time. It was the same with my grandparents, each got to the point where they couldn't get out of bed on their own or walk about. When they finally passed, it was a relief. Wanting anyone to continue in that state of suffering simply because you don't want to let go, is a selfishness that I don't believe in. We have to let go for their sake as much as our own, embrace the sadness, accept it, and live with it as we get on with our lives. Eventually that sadness fades, the pain eases, and we find new value in the life and time we have.

Still, I don't know what it is about this time of year and passing of dogs. Five years ago, I lost my first dog the day after x-mas. It still hurts, but life has not stopped. It continues. Though my entusiasm for this time of year has waned in the wake of it, now more so I think. I'm in it for the weather, you can have the rest.

I deal with death a lot in my writing. It's not intentional, it jsut comes about on it's own. I think, perhaps, it's simply because I've had to deal with it so much in the last decade or so. For three years in a row, someone in the family died every summer. I don't care much for summer either, but that's mostly caue of the heat. As I look back on my own life, there is a lot of loss in it. I don't say that with bitterness, it is simply a reality and I accept it for what it is. It's the life I've been given within the life I have chosen. As hard as it can be, I think caring is worth the cost of losing. Without either, there is little value in living. 

Emotional State: MuteMath - You Are Mine

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Been quiet here, I know. While at my dads house, I spent a good portion of that week jotting down notes for a book that I have had on the back burner for a number of years. When I got back, I debated for a few days but ultimately came to the conclusion that I would set aside the book I had been working on. The reality is that while I love the book, it had become a massive slog for me and trying to push through it to get to the next portion was really taxing due to the level of frustration I was feeling over it. It was keeping me from moving on to other projects because I didn't want to do anything until I had seen it through to the end. I simply couldn't keep going on like that or else it would be another year and I would have nothign else to show for it except the book I was still trying to write.

There's a way through it, I know there is, but right now I just can't figure it out. The book will get done eventually, if for no other reason than because it has to be. It's the second in what is going to be a 9 book series (not counting the already completed short story collection and 3 book spin off).

Once I put it down and began working on a different book, I have found that my writing output increased dramatically. In. . . .3-4 weeks? I have written nearly 20k words and am still brimming with ideas for the new book. It is so completely different and much darker in tone and I think that change of pace is what i need most right now. This is, of course, the first book in a trillogy because I can't help but have big ideas and plans when it comes to telling stories. And it's GOOD, it really is. Layered, imaginative, and engaging with perhaps the most insteresting main character I've written so far. I am really excited about this book and the series, which is already planned out through the beginning of the final book.

I've also been reading much more, Cherie Priest's Borden Dispatches, Boneshaker (finally!), Neil Gaiman's Trigger Warning, Smoke and Mirrors, The Ocean At The End Of The Lane, and the stand out (at least for me) is The View from the Cheap Seats: Selected Nonfiction.

If that wasn't enough, I have also been arting, which has been wonderful and I've gotten a lot done that had been sitting on the 'shelf' collecting dust, where I would look at it and say I would do it only to make no progress month after month. So, that's no longer a thing. 
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Not much going on around here. I have had to temporarily switch back to making my own cigarettes cause blu changed their tech and their prices. As much as I preffer ecigs to actual ones, paying a hundred $ for something that isn't even going to get me through a full month is fucking insane. So I'm putting a stop to that right now. I'm gonna see about getting refillable ecigs, that seems like a significantly cheaper alternative. Like $30 a month? Hopefully?

Which, sadly, is still more than I pay to make my own. Go figure.

Haven't written much at all in the last month. I hit a scene where I have two characters who I plan to have fall for eachother, and right now I'm just not hearing the right words to make that attraction feel real and not forced. I'll figure it out. Prefferably in time for me to finish this book before the new year. I'm kinda sick of working on it to be honest.

I'm gonna go visit my dad on friday. I suspect I'll be gone for a week and I'm hoping that a change a scenery coupled with beer and cigarettes, and loooooooooooooots of music will bring with it some inspiration.

I'm thinking that until then, I'll do some art. I have 4 or so pieces I need to do (and one of those is actually 5 individual full page illustrations).There's no way I'll finish them all in a week, but if I can finish even one, I'll consider it a win.

Speaking of music, I have a LOT of new songs to listen to, I'm looking forward to being alone with them.There's something about being in a place where I can do little but listen to music while sitting outside.I really can't do that here, at least not comfortably or alone.I'll have my sketch book and note book  in case I'm struck with ideas.  

Emotional State: Michael Logen - St Christopher

1 Made me bleed + Cut me. . .
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Bit by bit.

I hope this book gets done some day. 
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Think I figured out the next three chapters, which should make it a little easier to get to work on them. I'm still a bit worried about word count, I have roughly (assuming I keep to an even words per chapter) about 13 chapters till the end of the book. I don't like the idea of adding chapters in order to resolve some story stuff, but. . . I also want a book that feel engaging, not rushed. Currently I am dangerously close to a story that feels rushed. Which is exaccerbated by the knowledge that the next two or three chapters after these are going to be particularly long since a lot happens, I'll also have to spare a chapter to bring a subplot to conclusion and maybe anothe to deal with the aftermath. Which means that 8 chapters so far are completely spoken for, plus there are two others that are required for something I've been planning since before the series which leaves me with. . . 3 chapters for the conclusion of the book.

Looking at those numbers, I just might have to add a chapter to close out this book and set up the second.

Arghhh!! I already don't have enough space!

But, to be honest, my last book was 112k words. So really, keeping to the 100k ideal is something i have to to actually accomplish. Hell, I may just have to suck it up and hope I can land an editor who will agree this book needed to exceed the 100k.  
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Chapter finished, now on to the next. Two chapters in. . . what, two weeks (?) is not great, but progress is progress, so I wont complain.

I am now on 60k words total, which means I only have 40k words to wrap this book up. I only have one important subplot to manage, and I really need to figure out how to work it in to what is going to be a pretty packed final third of the story. I also have two characters that still have yet to arrive. I'm really looking forward to their appearance, it will allow me to give the story greater focus once all characters are in the same place.

My immediate problem is te next two chapters, I'm a little unsure as to what angle to approach them from. What I would give for an extra 20k words, I might not even use them, but just knowing they are there would ease a bit of my worries. Mostly what I need right now is take a serious look at my note and figure some stuff out. As they are now, they might be a bit too bloated for me to see the key moments of the story as clearly as I need to.

Just 40k more words. I'm not going to try to convince you or myself that I can finish it in a month or two, I'll just have to work on it till it's done, that's really all there is too it,  but I can see the finish line. The thought of being finished and being able to move on to my next book, which is itself at the halfway mark and as a stand alone, is a much less complex (mentally taxing) write. . . 
Cut me. . .
tranceptor
I didnt' write much during the olympics, but I did write enough to get me out of the last chapter which has saved my sanity and this book. I started the new, and far more interesting, chapter yesterday. Only managed abotu 400 or so words, not great, but it was progress. I did the same today, but then went back and added 1,000 ords on top of that for a daily total of 1,400 words, which is MUCH more like it. My daily average is supposed to be near there, so it's nice to actually accomplish it for a change.

So I'm nearly done with this chapter already, but. . . . I'm a few hundred words short of having a 60k total on this book, which is bad. There is still a LOT that needs to happen and 40k might not be enough to fit it all in. I don't look forward to having to manage that. But I've been working on this thing for far too long and am anxious to put it to bed so I can work on somethign new. I think the next major project is going to be more stream-of-conciousness style. Well, by next I mean after I finish this book and the other book I've had on hold for the last 5 years.

But hey, shits getting taken care of and right now that's all that matters.









. . .I could do with some sex though. 
Cut me. . .
tranceptor
I got another 300+ owrds done last night. Still just pluggin away at this chapter. I hope I get through it soon cause all the really exciting stuff happens immeditely after it, all the things I've been looking forward to are just a thousand or so words away. The second half of this book is so packed with story and action, I'm thrilled just thinking about it. To finally start knockign over all the dominos I've set up so far. . . . 
1 Made me bleed + Cut me. . .
tranceptor
In over 7 days!?! D:

I'm getting through this chapter for sure, It's just taking longer than I would like. But I'll get through it, I'll get it done.
3 Made me bleed + Cut me. . .