Where’d 3 Go??
As anyone who knows me will tell you; if the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, I’m foreman of Satan’s Public Works crew.
I had a set back yesterday morning when I woke up panicking about money. So, I took one of the short-stories I’d written and just needed to edit and spent about five hours taking care of that and getting it up on Amazon. It paid off… a little. Today I had my largest number of page reads on KPD since I started putting stories up, but very few of the reads were from the new one. Go fig. That makes six stories up. Maybe when I get to 45 or so, I can pay my bills.
Anyway, after all that work on something else yesterday and a few hours running into Boston to get bookshelves for my office today, here is my word count –
I’m only about 6,000 words behind. Doable. And I still have a little time to work tonight.
One great thing I’m getting out of this is something I’ve tried to cultivate every time I failed NANOWRIMO – which I always do. It seems that I’m developing the ability to explore. I’ve never really done that before.
I had a character show up that I hadn’t planned for. Her name is Henrietta. She’s a bartender and everyone calls her Henri — and I can’t use her. The love interest’s name is Hector and the names look too close. So, I’ll keep her but try to come up with another name I like. I need a female bartender for my noir series – so Henri’s going to live there.
I had neuropsych testing done earlier this year and the doctor told me that my thinking is very linear and rigid. She actually said, “I’m not a career counselor, but if I were, I would probably tell you that being a writer’s not a good idea. Graphic designer – something like – much better.”
Being a stubborn jerk (actually, a stubborn jerk who spent almost $100,000 on a writing degree and has never, ever wanted to do anything else), I decided to ignore her and just figure out workarounds for my shortcomings.
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