It's good to have work, it's certainly much better than not having work. Right now I have a little more than I like—just in time for the holidays. Money is good, but working over Thanksgiving is not so good. I had to argue (gently argue) with a client that I could not turn in 5000 words on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and then another 4000 words the day after Thanksgiving. "Because I have to make pie!" I don't think he understood. But pie I shall make: buttermilk pie and sweet potato pie. We need to get a second pie dish so I can make more than one pie at a time.
In other news, I'm just past 26,000 words on this silly novel. As long as I don't go mad from all this translation work, I should breeze through (Hah! "Breeze"! "Stagger" is more like it.) the 50,000 word mark by the end of the month. Novel writing cuts into other writing something fierce, hence the lack of posting this month. Anyway, this story is going to take more than 50,000 words to tell, but I should be done with this draft in mid-December. That's my goal.
Also, Oz has turned into a total Joss Whedon fanboy. He's already fretting about the lack of canon. I told him he'd have to start reading Buffy fanfic.
Isn't it nice that I'm saving all my narrative coherence for the novel?
238 words | November 16, 2005 07:06 PM | Real true story