I crossed the threshold of 50,000 words, an achievement in itself, but not the end of the story.
It seems that not all stories can be fitted into a specific number, but, as some in the past have, this one, I knew, was going to take more effort.
Today I have been working on three separate parts of the story, a convenience because they are part of a running theme, and it’s best to write them together to ensure continuity.
Also, one of the main characters makes a discovery that surprises her, but not a friend of hers, who knew it was possible, but thought not to tell her, just in case it didn’t happen.
Confusing? At the moment it is, even to me, but more will come out as the story progresses.
I’m going to have to start sub plot threads to keep track.
For the statisticians, words today, 2,950, and the running total, 52,170.
Nearly two thirds of the way through the month. Id only I was two thirds of the way through this story.
I am a lot further than I thought I would be at this time, but there’s more work to be done.
This morning I started working on a section further along, before I;d finished a part further back, which can be fun, but I had an idea that was worth teasing out, because in the end it solved a minor block I’d reached, and then will lead to another part further on it the book.
Notes made in the various parts of the outline, it is now back to work.
It’s very early in the morning here in the underside of the world, and I’ working on a short piece before I go to bed, and tease the story out in my sleep.
Sometimes I forget what it was sometimes, when I wake up, I have to get pen to paper quickly, before that all important first cup of coffee!
For the statisticians, only 2,490 words today for a running total of 46,493.
There is a host of details to be dealt with when a funeral occurs.
I’ve been lucky, usually I just have to turn up, seat in the back stalls, remember the person who has died, express my grief, and then go to the wake where we can remember all the good things about the person, and his or her transgressions are forgotten.
It’s different when it’s one of your family.
But, given the differences between my father and myself, which has resulted in a five year standoff, the first words spoken between us today were hostile. I asked if he needed help, and I was told where to go.
Yes, weddings and funerals bring out the best in us all.
With that, I decided my story needed me more than an ungrateful father, so I put it out of my mind and moved on.
I had a soldier to be injured in a fight, a leader to push the group on, despite setbacks, and the search for a needle in a haystack, literally, on the cards.
Cue horses, actors – action!
And by mid afternoon, I was almost there, but the requisite words for the day were written.
Just as well. My elder brother called, and yes, the negotiations continue. He at least was interested in what I said, and no, I don’t think I was going to be his proxy at the funeral. Not unless someone tells me where it is.
For the statisticians, 2,840 words today for a running total of 40,958.
We were diverting to Venus, sitting out there in screen, lonely as a cloud, if there could be clouds in space.
So, I wondered if the Captain had a special reason why I should head the team going to the freighter.
It was an opportunity to take one of the new class of shuttles, reported to be faster, more stable, and larger so that we could carry more people and cargo. It would be overkill today.
The crew assigned to collect the cargo were aboard, and my co-pilot for want of a better name was Myrtle, an officer that joined the ship with me, and had excellent qualifications.
We were going through the preflight, ready to lift off.
“First time?”
“In a shuttle, no. In space, real space, more or less.”
I don’t think I wanted to know what more or less meant.
“There’s nothing to it.”
The captain’s voice came over the speaker, “You’re cleared for departure, they’re expecting you imminently.”
“Very good, sir.”
It was never a gentle lift off, unlike landing, and that initial jerk was an annoyance. Then engaging the thrusters, we began to move forward slowly towards the cargo door, and at the synchronised time, the doors opened and there was nothing but empty space before us.
Outside, we increased speed, turned, and flying under our ship, just to get a look at it, something I knew the people aboard might be interested in seeing, then onto the Aloysius 5 drifting off our port bow.
“Do you see what I see?” Nice to see Myrtle wasn’t blind.
“I do, and that’s worrying.”
What was it? A scorch mark on the side of the Aloysius 5, in a place where we couldn’t see it from our ship, and a direct hit on one of the exhaust manifolds. That would stop a ship dead in it’s tracks without wrecking it.
It was a slow start to the day, and when I had planned for an hour of so of writing, that went out the window when I got a call that my mother have been taken to hospital, and was unlikely to survive the morning.
We have been expecting this for about a year, and the time had finally come. I will write more on this later, but suffice to say, I did not get back from the hospital until after 11 am.
Yes, she died at 8:30 in the morning from complications brought on by dementia and Alzheimer’s.
Perhaps it was lucky that I had some excess words from the day before, and these combined with the few I did today, as you can imagine, he heart just wasn’t in it, I managed to get 2,736 words for the day, and a total of 38,118 so far.
I managed to get this far, and I still have energy in the store.
But, ideas are coming along while I’m writing the parts that need to be written, and it’s a constant battle to keep focussed on the writing, and scribble on those pesky post-it notes those ideas I want to keep.
The other problem, finding a pen that writes.
Don’t you find that as a writer, who uses pen and paper as well as a word processor, can never find a pen that writes when you need one.
Frustrating, and time consuming, and sometimes an idea is lost.
Enough of being sidetracked. For the statisticians, 2,271 words for the day, down on my usual totals (blame the dry pens) for a grand total so far of 35,382 words.
It’s nearly half way through and I don’t feel as though I’m going to make it.
The writing is fine, it’s just three chapters a day seems a lot, and the latest project of the total word count, if I continue in the current manner, will be about 90,000 words.
I might have to start editing at the same time I’m writing, to keep it down to a manageable total.
Another new idea came to me, but this time it was before I was writing the piece, rather than later and have to go back.
Still, there’s time if I don’t begin to panic.
Or get writers’ block.
For the statisticians, todays word count is 2,801, for a grand total of 33,111 words so far.
Friday the thirteenth, that should have raised the red flag.
But lucky for me nothing went wrong, and I have been writing on several fronts.
Ideas have been coming, and I’ve been scribbling them down. I’m just hoping at the end of the day this book isn’t 1,000 pages long.
Editing is going to be fun.
Maybe it will end up being two books, or a trilogy. Hang on, that’s what my eldest grand daughter suggested way back when we were throwing ideas around.
Anyway, the writing is going smoothly, and I’m progressing.
For the statisticians out there, today’s word count is 2,615 words for a running total of 30,310.