Nano and estores

Mechanicsville fans will be happy to know that I am writing draft 1 of book 3 (title to be determined) during Nanowrimo.  Yes, by Nov 30th I will have 50,000 words of a terrible first draft to be polished into the further adventures of Samantha, Ashley and Faraj.

So an edited version will be for sale this spring!  Yay!  And as usual, I will be running a fundraiser for literary charities through Nanowrimo.org.  Anyone who donates $20 or more can get a character or something named after them. A hero? A villain? An office building?  Your choice!

 

Also, I have been upgrading/ figuring out the estore on my website. I hope it works. I hope my SSL is added right. I hope I know what I’m doing.

And an amusing tale to send you off into the dreary, wet day…

I planted my garlic for next year, 100 cloves in nice, sorta-tidy rows.  Of course, I buried them in the dirt after the photo. Otherwise, it would have been a pretty boring shot.

The funny part is how much my bum hurt the next day. Seriously, I could hardly walk. But my back didn’t hurt at all. Not a bit. Yay for pain management.  Even today, I’m hobbling around because it hurts every time I flex my butt cheek. Do you have any idea how often you do that?  LOL

I could be famous!

Right now I’m reading Val McDermid’s article on her writing routine.

She gets up at 9am, starts working by 11. This is me! I get up around 830am, drag my bones out to get dressed, have a coffee, and am at the computer by 10. I then do email and blogs for a while, just like her. I also have music playing, though mostly SJ Tucker and Heather Dale for the fantasy feel. Maybe I should find some fantasy instrumentals?
Our routines are so much alike that I cannot help but become famous.  LOL  I wish.

Instead I fight my way through the pain to scrape together 1000-2000 words a day while watching others post 1000 words an hour. Of course, they’re on their 20th novel and can type. I’m not hunt and peck, but I have to be watching the keyboard.
I do research when the words won’t come and some days I’m more proud of 500 words on a bad day than I am of 2k on a good day. Some days the pain is a monster that won’t let me sleep, walk, stand or sit.
Those days, a bit of research into herbal medicines of the middle ages, or reading a how to plan better-write faster book is still work, and good for my “work-at-any-cost” protestant upbringing.
My dad worked 15 years for the Provincial government, and took not a single sick day. Not one.  Of course that was when Nyquil was the “get-some-rest-so-you-feel-better-and-can-get-back-to-work” medicine.  Now it’s “get-some-rest-so-you-feel-better-and-stay-home-and-not-give-everyone-the-plague” medicine.
It’s not the same thing with chronic pain, but the drive is the same. I feel terrible when I take a day off. I read somewhere that you should read a book on “how-to” and a couple of good novels in your genre every month.

So, I’m off to try to type my 500 words, then going in town for a baby shower gift for a dear friend, and to see my foster son in a musical.
Life is not only good, it’s amazing!