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(insert gasping, out of breath retching sounds)

It . . . I’m just . . .

Hold on a second, lemme catch my breath.

(pant, pant)

Sorry, was out of breath there. I just . . . wooooo! Man oh man, that was a close one. Still trying to recover over here. Gimme another second.

(insert several deep breaths here)

Whew! Okay, feeling a little better now. Wow, that was intense. Two chapters, both which ended up being close to the 3k mark, done this week. They said I was crazy. They’re probably right, but still, they actually said it . . . which hurts my feelings. I mean, think I’m crazy all you want, but don’t just say it outright! What are you, nuts? That’s the sort of thing that makes me so mad, I could strangle a giraffe in the nude!

(insert several totally sane cheek-twitches here)

Anyways, enough of that sort of talk. The important thing here is that I did it. Two chapters, one week. Glove thrown down, glove picked up, glove worn about town for a while until some cops started looking at it suspiciously. I’ve never understood what the big problem is, really . . . it’s just a metal gauntlet, folks! It’s not like I’d beat anyone senseless that didn’t deserve it or anything!

But enough about last Tuesday . . . let’s get on with the updates!

Update: Black Glass – Chapters 27 & 28 finished.

As described previously. 3k words apiece. Sure there’s some wicked editing that needs to be done, but then again there was some wicked editing that needed to be done with chapters 1-24 back when I’d finished them. Honestly, the biggest thing I need to do is get away from what I’ve written a while, which is one of the reasons why I need to push myself forward, get more chapters under my belt. The more the story progresses, the more distant the last stuff I wrote becomes, and I can visit it with a critical eye and say “No no no, that’s all wrong! He’d actually say this, not that!” and poof! Editing.

So yah, blitz through another 12 chapters or so and I’ll be finished. I’ll also come in under the 100k mark, too! Sure, there’s some chapters that may need to be split, condensed, expanded, whatever . . . but that first ‘done’ is oft times the most important one . . . the one where you’ve made it to the end of something. You’ve crawled along a length of rope suspended over a dangerous chasm, and you made it to the other side. Oh sure, that rope is way different from the bridge you plan on building there, but for now you have the means of getting from one side to the other. It only gets better once you’ve got that.

Update: New Goal – Black Glass, Chapter 29 done. Hamlet, up to page 30 done.

Okay, I sort of see what’s going on here. Don’t want to just come to a standstill after meeting a goal that big, right? No, sir . . . just like you don’t run a marathon and then collapse on a bed. You gotta walk around a while, give your body a chance to settle down.

Or, this is my new ‘rest state’ – a chapter and Shakespeare re-write hilarity. “Here, take a break from all that hard work. We’ll only make you work at 80% for a week. How does that sound?”

Right now, it sounds bloody marvelous.

Interesting. Or, as my Bond villain persona might venture – “Iiiiiintallesting…”

I’ve done a number of things differently this month. For one, I don’t make it a habit to leap onto an aircraft and fly to exotic (ie: Colder than Calgary) places, nor do I habitually experience this thing called ‘stress’ at work . . . but ‘lo and behold, I’ve experienced both these things in the past week.

AND I’ve cheered like a maniac at a bunch of guys who strap steel to their feet and run around on ice, who wave large wooden sticks at a black rubber disk.

An interesting week, all told.

And I’ve even made progress on the various things I’ve told myself I need to make progress on. In fact, I’m soon going to be in a position where I’ll actually have to *do* something with this progress! Indeed, I’ve hit the 95% completed mark on a certain project of mine, and all that’s left is to open this program I have called “Photoshop” and create a cover for it.
And I’m still eating like a caveman (Cavemen ate chicken wings, right?) and writing like a maniac. Score – Me:1, Fast Food and Procrastination: 0

I dare myself to keep it up…

…oh snap. No I di’int…