The Soul of the Rose, John Willliam Waterhouse
I’m back for now. Things with Mom are going about as well as they can go, and the wheel of time is simply spinning forward, pulling us along.
I worked on A Lamentation of Swans this week, and decided to stop obsessing about the number of words I write and focus instead on whether or not the writing of a scene accomplishes what I need it to accomplish, and if not, work on it until it does. I’ll record the big count in my journal, but I’m not going to care about how many words per session. No daily word counts. Right now I’m at about 46,000.
This last quarter of the year is a whirling void to me; I don’t know what the coming months will be like, so I’ve decided to set aside the Isabella book, this year’s planned NANO novel, and work instead, as much as I can, on ALoS. I’ll aim for 50,000 but really it’ll be more like whatever I can get during the month of November. Maybe next year I’ll participate in NANO officially.
I was hoping to send out my short story Lost and Found, but it’s still sitting on the desk, waiting for me to do the revisions and find a market. And I’ve not written the second scene to Nyrabet and the Swordswoman yet. Can’t seem to find the words. Oh well. At least ALoS is alive again.
