Crook In The Desert
Mar. 20th, 2013 11:39 pmIt's a pity that chopping words out of my books doesn't come half as easily as adding them. I cut out 1300 last night and felt inordinately proud of myself...then added 1800 this afternoon. My knife isn't nearly bloody enough, I suppose.
PROGRESS REPORT
New Words: 1800 on chapter 8 ("The Burning Land") of Arizona. Lieutenant Colonel George Crook, dressed in the buckskins of a backwoods hunter, arrives in Tucson to take command of the armies of southern Arizona. A couple more writing days should finish off the chapter, though I may add an extra scene somewhere in its early parts.
Total Words: 270050.
Reason For Stopping: Running an errand, then getting ready for work.
Book Year: 1871. My writing speed seems to be about one hundred story years for every six real months.
Mammalian Assistance: None. Vegas pestered me several times that I should start writing so he could join me in the Writing Room, but by the time I sat down to work he was more interested in eating and lounging in the open kitchen window.
Exercise: Walked Tucker around the neighborhood.
Stimulants: Dr. Pepper.
Today's Opening Passage: By late June of 1871, three years after the Navajo left Fort Sumner and the fort itself was sold, and eighteen years after Riley arrived at Fort Defiance and raced his way into becoming a soldier, he was finally doing what he had set out to do in the first place: Fight Apache. He had never questioned his orders — not since Ulpian Shively’s middle-of-the-night order to steal some of Fort Defiance’s commander’s horses — but now he was questioning his place in the army itself.
Darling Du Jour: Nothing springs out at me.
Non-Research / Review Books In Progress: I'm still reading Bring Down the Sun by Judith Tarr /![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dancinghorse, but in snatched bits. Nearly all of my reading time is dedicated to five unpublished manuscripts I'm judging for this year's Amazon Breakout Novel Award contest.
New Words: 1800 on chapter 8 ("The Burning Land") of Arizona. Lieutenant Colonel George Crook, dressed in the buckskins of a backwoods hunter, arrives in Tucson to take command of the armies of southern Arizona. A couple more writing days should finish off the chapter, though I may add an extra scene somewhere in its early parts.
Total Words: 270050.
Reason For Stopping: Running an errand, then getting ready for work.
Book Year: 1871. My writing speed seems to be about one hundred story years for every six real months.
Mammalian Assistance: None. Vegas pestered me several times that I should start writing so he could join me in the Writing Room, but by the time I sat down to work he was more interested in eating and lounging in the open kitchen window.
Exercise: Walked Tucker around the neighborhood.
Stimulants: Dr. Pepper.
Today's Opening Passage: By late June of 1871, three years after the Navajo left Fort Sumner and the fort itself was sold, and eighteen years after Riley arrived at Fort Defiance and raced his way into becoming a soldier, he was finally doing what he had set out to do in the first place: Fight Apache. He had never questioned his orders — not since Ulpian Shively’s middle-of-the-night order to steal some of Fort Defiance’s commander’s horses — but now he was questioning his place in the army itself.
Darling Du Jour: Nothing springs out at me.
Non-Research / Review Books In Progress: I'm still reading Bring Down the Sun by Judith Tarr /
dancinghorse, but in snatched bits. Nearly all of my reading time is dedicated to five unpublished manuscripts I'm judging for this year's Amazon Breakout Novel Award contest.
