As Soon As You Find Yourself Smiling, It’s Time To Look Over Your Shoulder

I’m quite uncomfortable today. Back is aching, certain unmentionable parts of my anatomy are giving me grief, and I’m tired and want to take a nap. All of this could be fixed with a simple application of Speyside Anesthetic, but of course, I’m all out. Have been for over a year, actually. I still occasionally have a finger or two of scotch when I’m out, but we haven’t had a new bottle in a long time. And my brain tells me I very much am in need of one, so I can numb my brain enough to work without complaint. I have a great deal of work to do, mainly writing, and I am beginning to suspect that I could very easily be one of those authors who writes best when they’re mildly intoxicated.

That’s my gripe for the month. Pay it no mind, unless you’re feeling generous and want to supply me with a good bottle of single malt scotch, in which case, you can pretty much have your way with me. I’m pretty sure my wife will understand.

So! Writing! Not much. I spent the better part of today looking over the last of the four projects I have lined up for this year, which needed a bit more sorting out; The Uninvited Guest (a Sterling Carcieri Mystery). It’s actually what I’m charmingly referring to as a Quadriptych, rather than a quadrilogy, and the reason for that will be explained on my death bed, if I have anything to do with it.

So that makes it:
– Passage To Bujah (parts 1-3)
– The Approximate Distance To Limbo
– LinkTales Volume Two
and
– The Uninvited Guest (parts 1-4)

That’s right. My grand scheme is to turn out nine more titles this year. I had been thinking I’d make some more music and do some painting a well, though, so we’ll see how my schedule works. I know it sounds improbable, but really, if you consider that I wrote about seventy-five thousand (75,000) words last November without any plot in place, it’s safe to say I can do a little paint by numbers and write what really amounts to about 650,000 in the next eleven months or thereabouts, even if I take it easy and only write about 2000-3000 words a day, which is doable for me. I just need to get over the dry hump rhyme slump press the words with the brain pump.

I’ll be returning to the Booyah Train again starting tonight or tomorrow (before cleaning at Mom’s). The second chapter still isn’t done, but at least I don’t feel the urge to throw it out again, like the last few tries.

But just now, I’m tires. It’s time to get dinner started. I’m not in any mood to cook, but my Agent/Wife/Cook Extraordinaire is cold and huddled up up the sofa with her eReader and a chenille blanket. I see where this is going.

Time to go. Thank you for reading. Hope your weekend is good.

Lee.

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