So, I got a haircut and Jess the stylist said that she’s been reading Janet Chapman, who writes romances set in Maine, and there’s a little bit of magic in them. Who knew? Maybe there’s a “Fantasies set in Maine” convention in our future.
From Apollo, I breezed down to the gym, where I did not buy a stuffed raccoon from the “yard sale.” I have enough stuffies. No, really; I do. Coming home, I stopped to top off Kineo’s tank, even though, according to the on-board computer, she was still 167 miles shy of needing a gas station.
In a few moments, I’ll be wandering down to the kitchen to field strip and clean the cat fountain.
Yes, the glamor is a constant. Being a writer is not for the faint of heart.
Yesterday was spent squishing two scenes into one scene and writing a better scene to take the place of the one that was there. All of which means that I threw out about 3,000 words of existing story, rewrote those 3,000 and then some, for a net gain in wordage of 1,153.
I hate arithmetic.
Since the manuscript is currently in several pieces, I really have no idea what the overall word count is. Still somewhere in the range of 68-70,000, is what I’m guessing. Now that the week is done (*glares at week*), I’m hoping to be able to concentrate on the story. It would be nice to be able to concentrate on the story.
I do know that we have one event scheduled: On Saturday, at 4 p.m. Eastern/1 p.m. Pacific, Steve and I will be doing a panel at BayCon, via Skype. So, if you’re going to be at BayCon, stop on by the panel. I’m told there will be signage directing people to the “closed off pool deck area,” where the panel will be held. Jon del Arroz is the man to talk to, if you’re at BayCon and need more information.
And, now, my duty to the cats compels me.