Baaack in the saddle again!

Sometimes I just need to shut the hell up and get out of my own way.

I finally sat down to write my new chapter last night and it just flew out of my hands. It wasn't even all that similar to the tripe I tried to come up with in summary form.

I gotta realize I'm a writer, not a summarizer. Just sit down and start writing, my brain somehow makes the rest work!

1900 words in an hour!

Wordcount: 40,500.

The new book is hard

I spent over an hour just trying to figure out what Mitch was going to do in the first chapter of the new book.

And then?

I didn't even write that chapter. I had to edit the previous ch 14 of book three, and then write a short ch 15...

Only about a thousand words last night. Damnitsomuch!

Tuesday manages to save the day again.

Last night I ripped out 10 handwritten pages about the rest of the book. I have a heckuva good starting point.

Point 1: Rhodes orders Mitch executed but Ellie convinces them that mitch will go away if he thinks she's dead. Rhodes orders her death faked since he can't have his people finding out about his plans.

Point 2: When Mitch finds out Ellie is dead, it backfires, and he makes killing zealots his life.

Point 3: He finds Alex and Simon who are now part of the brotherhood.

Well I didn't do crap last night

I literally did nothing on my book whatsoever last night.

I think I needed a break. If you're getting burned out, you're not having fun.

Oh well, today is tuesday. I usually do a lot on tuesdays.

Ding fries are done.

I finally finished the last chapter of book 3. 37600 words down. Now I gotta figure out what to do with my character.

This is the fun part... Or is it?

Half way point!

Ok, not really, but pretty close, I'm just shy of 37,000 words which is the halfway point of the book!

I just have to write the last chapter of the third book today. I put it off from last night because I want to do it good. Its the transitory chapter where Mitch shows the path he's going down and when we skip ahead it makes more sense.

A lot to think about now...

Ok eric is involved

I've put him in a bit.

Fuck all that though. I wrote like another 3000 words tonight. I'm totally on a writing bender.


Tonight I finally wrote Mitch and Ellie's final conversation.

Damnit. Write about Eric!

I totally forgot about Eric for the last however many chapters.

Mention a brother before you kill him.

Ask and ye shall recieve. (Sometimes)

Tuesday did not let me down. I went on a writing bender of sorts and managed to churn out FOUR chapters!!

Not only that, unless I was ripshit drunk, the chapters are actually GOOD!

Pretty bad ass huh?

Total wordcount: ( I should update this everyday ) 30659.

Tuesday.

Despite being the most farked day of the week for me, I seem to get the most done on tuesdays.

Hopefully today will be no exception. I'm massively behind on my writing and need a few good days to knock this crap out.

I am also thinking more and more about increasing the mystery aspects of my story.

No writing, lots of planning.

So i wrote a chapter summary of 5-15 for my book.

Then, I rewrote it, cos the last one sucked.

Meh.

Anywho. I think i'm right on the edge of doing a bundle of writing. Also, i think I need to remove ruth from the situation. She brought nothing to the novel and only has one line.

Fuck you ruth!

My first pass at a query letter. (Ok not really)

So out of boredom, I decided to combine a mostly real query letter to an agent, and inject some humor into it.

I find this funny, but I'm weird...


Dear Agent,

After a sudden and violent attack on US soil throws the country into an immediate state of panic, Mitchel Wilkenson and his wife Ellie are thrust into a secured vault beneath the ground along with a dozen other survivors.

When they emerge only one week later, the world has been changed beyond all recognition. The city around them leveled, and the only other remaining survivors crazed, murderous or worse, they embark on a journey to find a new life.

Upon settling down in the foothills of Tennessee, the group believes the worst is behind them, and they begin to rebuild. The momentary peace comes to an end when their group of refugees is ripped apart by brutal slavers and Mitchel's wife is kidnapped. As he travels the countryside in search of his wife, he will also begin to piece together what happened to the world, and what the meaning is behind the mysterious number 710 which he sees spraypainted on buildings in every city.


This work could be considered in progress at 400 words out of 75,000. My story would be considered to be along the lines of Mad Max meets The Stand.

I have never written anything before, but am quite confident in my ability to write a story which might be considered to be a best seller. Despite my relative inexperience, I have been told that I have much in common with such notable authors as Dylan Thomas, Edgar Allen Poe and even Jack Kerouac. That commonality would of course be rampant, debilitating alcoholism.

On the plus side, like the three aforementioned legends, I have no intention of surviving past my fortieth birthday, so there should be some free publicity in it for you.

Should you be willing, a partial will be available at your request. (Obviously a full is out of the question.)

Thank you for your time,
Lucidz

Planning and writing cruises along

Poor wife. Last night was brutal. I wrote until 9 oclock at night. (It didn't help I got home after 6)

However, I shot down over 3,000 words! (Not counting 1000 I wrote in summary)

Helluva night all in all. Gonna be hard to just plan tonight...

Win some win some.

Man what a weekend.

First off, I finished my second "Book." I've come to the conclusion that each one of these should be 12K words, instead of 15K words. I'll definitely flesh things out on the second go around which will pump up the word count, but I think I am fine with a few thousand less words to get me where I want to go.

I'm right around 24/25,000 words now.

I swear my "Things to resolve" document is the size of 2 chapters now. I'm going to have some serious rewriting to do when I go back.

Win some lose some

So friday night actually went incredible. 4000 words blew up in my face. Crazy.

Didn't really write yesterday. I seem to be on a kick of "Plan, write, plan, write."

Yesterday was... Planning.

Today, I write.

Son of a bitch

I'm never going to finish this mother fucker.

I didn't write even one WORD last night.

Now I'm not going to beat myself up, I spooled out about 4 pages handwritten that is an outline for where I'm going.

I just realized I have to strike a balance between free writing and outlined writing. I can only go so far before I have no idea what to write next.

O, and btw, Alex and Simon are spetsnaz.

:)

Another night without a lot of "writing"

Yesterday must have been the low crest of the wave.

After writing a few thousand words Tuesday, last night I fell back into a "Lets figure out what the hell I'm doing" mode.

I did a rough outline for whats going to happen in the rest of the book.

What did I find out?

a. Conrad's taking a school bus to tennessee
b. I am going to need to write another 15,000 words and add another "Book"
c. Vanessa is still a slut.

*Sigh*

Wow. Go character sheet

Once I sat down and did that refugee list with all the characters and their backstory, I couldn't STOP writing.

Seriously, last night I had to stop just so I could make sure and get enough sleep for work today.

My mind was ready for more chapters!

Two chaps did not happen

I rewrote part of one chapter, figured out my refugee list and wrote a new one. But no two new chaps.

Couldn't write last night

Did a beta for a gal and it took over 2 hours. Sigh. Gotta write 2 chaps tonight to keep up.

FML

Ruth

Damn I hate old people. Ruth and her freaking mom are just gonna slow these people down.

What are you thinking Mitch?

Its about time for some healthy suicide.

edit: Thank god mitch, John took that one for you. You remain non-bitch.