Writing start: 10:23 AM.
Finish: 1:44 PM.
Total new words: 1500
Edited (est.): 3100
1. Book Two of Angel: Off until February 24
2. Failure: 700 new words
Notes: The world of Aquanus is endlessly interesting to me. That's how I know this story isn't mine, but that it is coming through me. I don't apologize to those who find that notion too weird to deal with.
3. Book Three Melody: 400 new words
Notes: Trying to keep the focus on the overwhelming evil that is Necrolius and his empire. Evil is always corporate. It cannot exist without help. Evil is also, necessarily, one-dimensional and quite boring. To deal with that, I turn to description: what are the effects of evil? What do they look like, smell like, feel like, taste like? How do they sound?
4. Watson: 400 new words
Notes: This story is as much about a man as it is his wife, and also about them, their marriage. I'm not interested in giving short shrift to Lee or her relationship with her husband. Those are central, truly, to their final and greatest victory.
5. Book Two Cheapery St.: Read-through
Notes: Still casting about for an exit point to this chapter. Maybe tomorrow I'll start getting an idea where I should end it.
6. Dread Pirate Roberts (2): Off
7. Slum: Read-through
Notes: More new awful coming tomorrow. Kye says I am particularly skilled at describing "mundane awfulness." That's pretty much all Slum is.
8. T-Bag (new fan-fiction from Prison Break): Off/Thursday
Extra note: It's easy to do something when you've got fans ready to cheer you on. It's another when you don't, when your best efforts aren't noticed, or worse, when they are but aren't cared about or liked. It sucks hard too when people read your work out of some sort of obligation.
Writers game the system any way they can in order to garner a few clicks or sales or downloads. Every single forum I've ever looked at--every one of them--is ultimately about getting attention and sales. I find them depressing and incredibly short-sighted, and many outright unethical. It's why I very rarely post to them, or even visit them.
The lesson here is simple: one cannot ultimately control the attention one gets from others. Few writers have ever truly come to grips with that. But I believe I finally have. What can I do instead? I can produce the finest work I'm capable of and shining it out to the world in a sane, honest, deliberate, circumscribed fashion. That's enough for me. The rest, provided it's positive (and there are no guarantees it will be), is pure gravy.