Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Pierwalker Log: May 15, 2018

Writing start: 10:21 A.M.
Finish: 2:15 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 1200
Edited (est.): 7300

1. Failure: Off

2. Book Three Melody: Off

3. Watson: Primary edit number two of chapter 8.
Notes: I'll be interested to see if chapter 9 will be as challenging to write as this one was.

4. Love Story: 400 new words
Notes: I think I'm almost done with this chapter.

5. Ant story: Primary edit number two of chapter one.
Notes: I'm daily getting more and more of a path forward for this story.

6. Dread Pirate Roberts (2): 400 new words
Notes: Finally!

7. The Candle: Off

8. T-Bag: 400 new words
Notes: Now this story can take off! I'm really looking forward to writing this chapter.

Extra notes: Tomorrow will be an exact copy of today's project list.

We started our second re-watch of Cobra Kai last night. What a great series. I've been watching interviews, especially with the show's producers and writers. It's refreshing to hear their ideas and their commitment to telling a strong character-driven story.

Love is all. Especially when it comes to something like writing. Love of the story, of the characters, of the tiny moments and the connections.

Money? No. It's important, of course. And enjoying the fruits of one's labors by being paid well for them is a grand thing. It has happened to me so infrequently that when it has I felt quite wonderful. But I didn't do those things for money, or for the love of money, but for the love of doing those things themselves, of putting my soul to work and letting it express itself in the world.

I've made less than five dollars this year. You read that right--five dollars. I've got twenty-one published works at every large retailer that sells them including Amazon, Kobo, Barnes & Noble, and half a dozen others, but have made less money than a 16-ounce Mexican mocha costs at our favorite local coffee shop.

I've got lots of enemies back in Colorado who, if they read that, would celebrate raucously.

I hope they have a good fist-pumping guffaw at my expense.

Unfortunately, I've got less than five bucks to give them.

It doesn't matter. What I have instead, what I manifest instead every day, what makes me alive and them numb and soul-dead, I wouldn't trade for all the money they make combined every year times a million.