It’s supposed to be me, but it’s my dog, Little John. He keeps unplugging my headphones and unplugging my computer.
My illness is really flaring up. I’m able to somewhat write, but speaking is rough and my hands are getting all tingly. Not a good match for a writer.
But, I’m hanging in there and getting ready to keep working on the final fight.
POTS syndrome is tough. It’s not as fun as it sounds. It’s a circulatory issue. Lots of dizziness and Fibromyalgia thrown in the mix doesn’t help, but my feet and hands do turn a lovely shade of purple.
I’m gonna keep going. Time for the hero to step up and take on a crazy preacher … and giant black dogs from myth and legend and … well, lots of monsters.
The Hunt is ON!
Editing the final battle. It is written, but I need to shape it up a bit. To get in the right frame of mind of having monsters duking it out in a small Southern town, I’m putting together a playlist:
*Midnight City by M83
*Hells’ Bells by AC/DC
*My Songs Know what you did in the Dark by Fallout Boy
*The Theme Song of Ladyhawke (yeah, I’m a sucker for the 80s)
*Come with me now by the Kongos
*I bet my Life by Imagine Dragons
Another day. Another quota met.
I was writing (well, staring at the computer screen) and my six-year-old crept up behind me. I see his face appear next to mine, and then he whispers in my ear, “Brains!“
No child has vomited today. All are feeling better.
And I’ve edited to page 512. That’s two pages past my quota for today.
We’ve heard a lot from the villain of Lott’s Mountain. Today, we have the hero with us.
Dylan Caid is from … Dylan? Wait, he’s leaving. Dylan, I haven’t asked any questions yet …
I guess, um, well, I guess we’ll try this later.
Working on some Old English dialogue for one of the characters in the book. One of the hardest parts is conjugating based on what cases the verbs happen to be. Or even finding the words I need in the first place.
I’m a geek so I look at the words in the original manuscripts. It’s the medieval nerd coming out in me.
Old English and the South … two things I never thought I’d be combining in a single book.
Last night, edited through to page 500. Twenty-Six pages to go.
Am going to let the editors look at it again before I dive into the final fight.
Why do I hit a great streak with writing at midnight?
And why do kids always start vomiting at 3:00a.m.?