Wow, babies man. Thinking you can write a book while juggling a newborn and a job must be the mark of a madman.
Add updating your blog to the mix and, well.
No news, as they say, is good news. And in a way, it is. I’ve been steadily working on this book (one of three, the second of which is already written, go figure) and after six(ish) months I have two rewrites and I’m finally starting on the not-quite-final draft. Thus, the life of a pantser¹. But I can see the light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. Unless that light is a train. Which, you know, might explain the tracks and that no-longer-distant rumbling.
In the spirit of optimism, and a nod towards tradition, I’m going to check in here and keep y’all updated on this last (haha), heroic push towards a (not so) final draft.
Without further ado, here’s current progress on Book One, working title Redacted, the story of a historian turned assassin turned detective who’s more than just a little tired of this shit. Now with more! relatively benign crypts, exciting exorcisms, and ever-present sand. Oh god. So much sand.
Chapters: 2 chapters out of 30 edited
Current word count:
Shots of whiskey: 0
How much sand?: So much sand.
¹Pantser, noun: One who writes without an outline, i.e. by the seat of one’s pants.