Day 25. 102 pages, 45,915 words.
Sorry. Nothing much to add for today, things have been busy and I am focussing on the book. After making a snide in-story remark about how a good space dogfight shouldn’t last too long, I went ahead and dragged this one out as much as possible. Black Honey Wings will be a novella by the time it’s done. Maybe after a while I can put together a little series of prequel short stories about the dead characters of The Final Fall of Man, and release it as an anthology.
Hey, don’t start bitching about me getting lost in side-projects! May I remind you, I don’t have anything to throw onto the blog today because I was working on the main project?
Seriously though, I wanted to come up with some “interlude”-worthy comment about some current event, but current events suck lately. I’ve already done sexism and racism and fear and stupidity. No more of that for a while.
Something will come along.
Oh, hey, but look at my metrics!
Circled: The two weekends Mrs. Hatboy took the girls for 4-5 days and left me alone to eat microwave meals at 11pm and drink White Russians at 9am and basically be an author.
I don’t think Mrs. Hatboy has another weekend at the cottage with the girls in her this book, which is just fine with me because I really did miss them and frankly, I can’t be alone in the house for more than 4 days. I’m not capable of looking after myself. And Mrs. Hatboy has enough stress in her life without running after Wump and Toop for 4 days straight.
Still, things are going well.