As I’ve mentioned before, random fluctuations usually mean a really crappy week of writing will be followed by a better one; just blind chance is likely to push me closer to the mean than keep me way below it. And so, after a dismal performance last week, this week was great.
The big development was that except for a final hard-copy, out loud read through, Southern Discomfort is done. I reached the end Wednesday, then tackled some of the changes to the medical scenes. Which in turn, required changing other scenes. The part where Olwen heals the victims of a mysterious paralysis needed to be redone, and I realized I needed to put in the doctors’ reactions when they find everyone’s fine. And I’d completely forgotten that Olwen needed to deal with the sluagh, the malevolent creatures responsible. In the end with the added scenes, it clocked in around 91,000 words.
I started reading through this draft aloud, but I made so many changes, that didn’t work. This time I’ll be looking for word use, misspellings, repeated use of pet phrases, and a couple of formatting things. I’ll probably skip next week and start the week after.
It feels really good. I haven’t finished that much this year — no short stories — because I’ve had lots of Leaf articles, and when I was writing Screen Rant articles, they took up a lot of time too. I’m happy I haven’t lost my mojo.
That and my Leaf work took up most of this week, plus some extra dog walking. As I’ve mentioned before, when it gets cold Plushie is ready for much longer walks. And I hate to say no.
Speaking of pets, it’s safe to say Wisp the feral cat now considers us hers. Not that she’s rubbing me for petting or anything, but she was out on the deck when I brought out her supper and she only ran to the foot of the deck stairs. Subsequently I got a good shot of her dining out. The heated cat-house is under the picnic table under the tarp. And I do clean up the bowls every so often.
Trixie is less than thrilled with her new neighbor. When Wisp is out on the deck, sometimes gives these little angry barks, sometimes she just stands by the door and audibly sniffs the scent of Cat.
And while it wasn’t this week, earlier this month I blogged a couple of posts at Atomic Junk Shop, an in-depth review of The Invisible Dr. Mabuse, and one about comics writers in the DC multiverse. I’ve written earlier posts about the superhero comics of Earth-Two; this one deals with the way some writers are able to telepathically sense superhero adventures on other worlds (which is how Flash Comics on Earth-One could accurately portray Jay Garrick on Earth Two).
#SFWApro. Photo copyright is mine. All rights to Wisp’s dinner remain with her.