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Posted by Dirck on 16 January, 2020

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 13 January
  • 14 January
  • 15 January
  • 16 January
  • First draft of “Morgue Attendance” (which is likely a working title).
  • First draft of “Song of the Pen”.
  • 9 manuscript pages. †
  • 7 manuscript pages.

†  I find with “Morgue Attendance” that I begin to run into a problem in the why is this happening? department. I can usually dispel that with a cry of Because CREEPY! and carry on, but the specific shape of the story won’t allow that kind of easy evasion. So, back on the shelf it goes until something sensible ferments.

‡  Two black inks in the same rotation?! I had meant to fill the Parker with something else last Friday, and discovered there was a mere syrupy drop left in the bottle. Panic took over, as I had less then five minutes to get on my way to work.

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Posted by Dirck on 9 January, 2020

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 6 January
  • 7 January
  • 8 January
  • 9 January
  • Second draft of “Uncle Bert’s Best Friend”.
  • First draft of “Morgue Attendance” (which is likely a working title).
  • Complete at nearly 2700 words.
  • A single manuscript page.

 

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Posted by Dirck on 2 January, 2020

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 30 December
  • 31 December
  • 1 January
  • 2 January
  • Second Draft of “Uncle Bert’s Best Friend”.
  • That retrospective maundering posted here.
  • Blessed sleep†
  • Second Draft of “Uncle Bert’s Best Friend”.
  • Not much…
  • Surely you saw it.
  • Just over ten restorative hours.
  • …but up to about 1070 words now.

† Strangely, I opted for a no-booze New Year’s Eve, keeping my evening lubricated with just shy of a gallon of iced tea. So that sleep, starting late though it did, was not an alcoholic coma. Just the human frame finally collapsing from the forced march of daily employment in the modern understanding of the term.

Whether the depression and treatment thereof had anything to do with the brief teetotalling is unclear. I don’t think so, as I certainly had a small neat whisky the next day. Perhaps it’s… *gasp*… maturity asserting itself at last.

God, I hope not.

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Posted by Dirck on 8 August, 2019

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 5 August
  • 6 August
  • 7 August
  • 8 August
  • Pulling weeds because it was a holiday.
  • Second draft of “Those Whom Ambition Calls”
  • Third draft of “Feel My Pain”
  • Enough to get overheated and cranky about.
  • 542 typed words (some of which did not want to come out).
  • Removed a couple of paragraphs, to land at 1799 words.

 

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An Unusually Content-packed Progress Report

Posted by Dirck on 1 August, 2019

It’s so colossal, it gets a title!

The first thing I want to do is direct your attention to a Kickstarter, which I will now steal some words from:

2019

The 50th anniversary of the Apollo 11 Lunar Mission.

The 40th anniversary of the classic horror film Alien.

One year after the proposal of the US Space Force.

How could we not create a collection of space themed horror?

What We Are Doing

Jason, the Leprechaun, even the Cenobites and the Critters ended up going into space. We decided it was time to give some other monsters that same chance.

Earlier this year we started accepting submissions for an anthology featuring classic monsters with the stories set in space. We have collected 16 stories and one poem that we think you are really going to enjoy.

And by enjoy we mean scare the space suit off of you.

I will declare my interest in this project– one of the sixteen stories contained in the collection is written by me, and I’m both proud of it and delighted at the prospect of its publication. So, If you’re interested in this sort of thing (and what sensible person isn’t?) take a moment to back that Kickstarter.

It’s not just an image, it’s also a link

…and now on with our regularly appearing material (but stay tuned– there’s cats lower down!).

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 22 July
  • 23 July
  • 24 July
  • 25 July
  • Second draft of “Those Whom Ambition Calls”
  • A trip to the dump†
  • 1,430 typed words.
  • 70 kilograms, according to the before/after weight of the van.

†I mentioned at the beginning of the month that we’d had a furniture collapse, and that dump trip was the disposal of the corpse of the old couch/futon object. The replacement is meeting with broad popular acceptance.

Kees is, as ever, mildly smug about his enjoyment of the new couch.

Bram is often tense, as is common in a hemi-demi-feral cat, but even he can relax into the luxury of our gracious new furniture item. That shred of paper near him was brought over by Kees, who is helpful that way.

Hercule, the last of our feline triumvirate, declined to initial the photo release form, but he apparently also thinks it’s nice. Happily, the three humans in the house also find it at least moderately comfortable.

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Posted by Dirck on 18 July, 2019

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 15 July
  • 16 July
  • 17 July
  • 18 July
  • First draft of a story for Owl Canyon Press Hackathon 3.
  • … and then we notice a single word in paragraph 20 we’d missed, which makes it necessary to start afresh.
  • Second draft of “Those Whom Ambition Calls”, because that competition story turned slippery.
  • 708 typed words.
  • 251 typed words.
  • 332 typed words.

I got essentially zero writing done over the vacation, about which I am not very pleased, but the failure was the payment for actually getting something done about the state of the house.

Also, there was this distraction: a couch we bought in 2012 (mentioned in passing here), intended to be more or less disposable in the face of the now-passed incontinent cat Cleo and the ever-expanding menace to durable goods which is my son, collapsed somewhat. It was a cheap item… as couches go… so its failure has always been anticipated. However, it brought with it the unwelcome expense of replacement. We spent someone more on the new one, since the current bunch of cats seem to have a better sense of what litter boxes are for and sonny doesn’t randomly up-end containers of staining foods so much these days.

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Posted by Dirck on 17 January, 2019

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 14 January
  • 15 January
  • 16 January
  • 17 January
  • First draft of “Nicest Guy on the Cinder.”
  • Second draft of “Fresh Milk.”
  • First Draft of “Cannon Fodder.”
  • 11 manuscript pages.
  • 290 typed words.
  • 4 manuscript pages.

You would be correct to chastise me for not bowing to one of the great commandments of writing. The first of the (oh, dear) three stories underway this week took a turn into “Two People Talking in a Room” which can make for a good story, but it’s quite what I’m after. The second is one that frankly hasn’t had time to gestate properly, despite how long ago I dumped the first draft out of my head… so I started yet another today. It, happily, is unrolling in a willing manner, so I should be able to stick with it until it’s ready for someone else to tell me what needs fixing in it.

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Posted by Dirck on 10 January, 2019

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 7 January
  • 8 January
  • 9 January
  • 10 January
  • First draft of “Nicest Guy on the Cinder.”
  • 17 manuscript pages.†

†I would like the Department of Heroic Effort to take notice of this, because it happened despite incipient cold and a migraine which spread itself across three days.

Looking back at some of it, now that a semblance of coherence has returned, I’m surprised to find that this weeks production is actually pretty good. Perhaps I should do all my writing while breathing through one nostril and wearing a slowly tightening belt over one eye…

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Posted by Dirck on 12 April, 2018

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 2 April
  • 3 April
  • 4 April
  • 5 April
  • Second draft of “The Monster in the Cabin,” which is, despite appearances, a much better title.
  • Bag of Bones,” which is a result of a Steal-a-Title Challenge I decided I should get in on.
    • 3,627 words typed.
    • 1,040 words.

I will admit that I’ve actually spent some moments giggling and clapping at the scale of the latest story– not only being able to get to “show it to the readers” stage so quickly that I can actually remember what the weather was like when I began, but being able to hold the whole of the narrative in my head easily.  All the more giddy to find I had sufficient think-tokens left in my reserves to work on a second story at the same time!

Something else I got around to setting myself up with this:
Buy Me a Coffee at ko-fi.com
I’m not going to give it any more time on this branch of my online existence than this mention, but over at the writing preserve, it’s now an inescapable fixture in the sidebar.  I do not expect it will make me a rich person.

…but I will hope, every so slightly.

The sharp-eyed will notice that I’ve done away with the “Duration” column of the chart.  I know none of you care how long I’ve been at the task on a given day, and I’m finally convinced my own inward monitor that however long it is, it’s long enough.

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Posted by Dirck on 5 April, 2018

Day What How Much Duration Pen Ink
  • 2 April
  • 3 April
  • 4 April
  • 5 April
  • First draft of “Destroying the Abomination” (very much a working title).
  • Seven manuscript pages.
  • Six pages.
  • Six pages.
  • Eight pages.
  • 50 min.
  • 45 min.
  • 45 min.
  • 50 min.

Yes, it’s the return of the previous version of the progress report form.

I… don’t hear anyone cheering.  Fair enough.  I had meant to do something of more interest this week, but I’ve honestly had hardly a moment free at home, and I need several moments to get some necessary pictures out of my camera.  The coming weekend should offer a span of minutes I can grasp, although I fear my wife’s play director may insist upon more rehearsals at inconvenient times.

I was able, last Saturday, to take this happy snap:

This close, and no closer. So far. This too is progress….

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