Writing start: 10:42 AM.
Finish: 3:04 PM.
Total new words: 1100
Edited (est.): 8K
1. Book Two of Angel: two more chapters (Stage 1 Edit)
Notes: Nearing the end of this edit. It's reading like it should--inspiring, outrageous, smoothly, pertinently, angrily, wonderingly.
2. Failure: off/Mon.
3. Book Three Melody: Off
4. Watson: 400 new words
Notes: Finding the focus here, not just with the chapter, but the book as a whole. Trying to keep it "real" while also holding to the childlike wonder of Willy Wonka, only translated into adulthood and the challenges remaining therein.
5. Book Two Cheapery St.: 300 new words
Notes: I'm trying to decide where to finish this chapter. I don't think it's necessary to advance the overall story plot in this chapter, rather to have a little fun with the happenings, as crazy as they are, and to let the story inform me more before I move further along the arc.
6. Dread Pirate Roberts (2): Read-through
Notes: What I've got so far is pretty good. I love this fan-fic.
7. Slum: 400 new words
Notes: Present-tense is tough and awkward. I have to remind myself I'm in it all the bloody time!
8. T-Bag (new fan-fiction from Prison Break): Off/next Thursday
Extra note: Angel is a great antidote to Trump, who, along with his supporters and cabal, represents the true, core values of suburbans. They shout and squeal Jesus' name, but have absolutely no authentic connection whatsoever to his teachings. Christianity, as a result, is rotting from within. The problem is, as the rot worsens, so increases humanity's chances that it will annihilate itself. Not because Christianity is necessary in this world--it isn't--but because its exponents are spiritual cancer cells spreading disease throughout the body politic, throughout the collective consciousness, throughout cultures, throughout boardrooms and bedrooms. As a theist, I find it all profoundly disturbing, distasteful, dystopic, and deadly--the four awful Ds.