A Spec in Time Series

It is March. It was a crazy February for the next book. Domes got a huge amount added to it.

At this point, all of the parts and pieces are in place. All the extra notes have been removed, along with the stuff I mistakenly put in twice. Then there were the sections that I had two (3 in one spot) versions of. With all that I removed from the document and all that I added; I ended up with 10K more words at the end of February. I have no idea how many new words actually ended up being written but I’m guessing I haven’t ever written that number in what has been basically one sitting.

It feels like one sitting. I didn’t think I did much this month besides write. Yet, I did work, I do like my career choice and it pays the bills. I washed muddy dogs and watch the rain fall hard and fast from never ending dark sky. The marsh that is my yard will be draining well into the drought of July. I was so happy for the days it froze just so I would not have to wash a floor full of doggy foot prints. Hand aches from my fragile grip of puppy fur as he rushed into the house with full intentions of dodging me. Puppy 10 vs human 2, and that is just this week so far.

Domes has come together fast. They all will from here on, all are in outline and heavily notated. I have a better grip on what I am doing with the mechanics of writing. I know how I think and what works for me. I am already doing my first head to toe writing and tweaks of the whole. Some sections are almost done and only need small tweaks and fact checks. Other sections need to be pulled and stretched like yummy saltwater taffy. Some need to be written from the puke that lays in the section – all those he said/she said/they said stuff.

As with Harvesters, there are sections that make me laugh, and sections that make me cry. At times I feel all of my characters feelings, even the ones Spec should have. I hear all of the voices and their struggle to hold back their words when necessary. I see their stares and clenched teeth. The dripping snot, the unintended pratfalls. Their curiosities, revulsions, and revelations fill my thoughts every day.  

Sometimes I write nothing; I take the puppy for a walk and think. Okay, I’m thinking sit stupid, how many times do I need to say that? But then I think about how Spec would handle this or that. I have hardly played any games this month with the exception of geek chess. I have found a great game developer to help me with it. Then typing, I have been typing. It’s what I want to do, it is what I’m doing every free moment. That’s why I have not blogged lately, and why I am hurrying to finish this one. Why I’m hoping beyond hope that the rain will stop so the mopping can go back to a bi-weekly chore. I want to get back to the book, it is too good.