Tag: unfinished projects
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Dig your own hole
Busy. Busy. Busy. I have been trying to finish this next book. I usually write 500, 1000 words a day, and the last few days have been 3000, 4000 word days as I rush to complete this thing before vacation. I had a goal, according to my outline, of 55,000 words, and I hit that…
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Notes from a trip journal, London
[I wrote this on 5.17.2012 and it doesn’t really have an ending.] I’m in Nuremberg today, sitting in my hotel with a glass bottle of Coke and listening to Jimi. I’ll get to the first leg of my German trip (and the horrible travel day I had getting here), probably about the time I’m leaving…
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Fluticasone is not a transmission fluid
I don’t do new year resolutions, but one of my not-a-resolutions has been to write in this thing every day, hell or high water. And of course, the big catch is what exactly to write. I would write about life, except life pretty much just involves work, trying to write, and medical appointments. When I…
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List of Books I Have Not Completed
As I mentioned in my last post, I have a new book out. It’s called The Earworm Inception, and it’s only 99 cents on the Kindle. So please go check that out. This book is the latest in a series — can I call it a series if there’s only two and I vaguely plan…
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Nano 10, and a fleeting attempt at procrastination
I am participating in NaNoWriMo 2010. I just decided this, and I have the vaguest of ideas for a book, and I really need to flesh out an outline, but I’m having trouble getting the thoughts into an outline this second, and I’m glad my copy of Call of Duty is not in the house,…
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Mayday
It is a Saturday morning, and even after allergy meds in the mouth, nose, and lungs, I am still hacky, but I’m alive. I’m working off the couch today – I always keep the MacBook at the desk, but with the new MBP and its nifty keyboard and unibody silver, I feel some need to…
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The Drugstore Habit
I used to have a bad habit of going to the drugstore on a Sunday evening and dropping a decent sum of money on random stuff that I suddenly realized I needed: razor blades, acne medication that promised to work, cases of RC cola, issues of Lowrider magazine, that new Michael Crichton novel, whatever. And…