words written: 853, on M:TG stuff

Dang, still in a really good mood. It’s almost eerie. Not that I’m not enjoying it or anything, mind you.

I updated my antho deadlines this morning. One deadline has moved by a month, and another antho seems to have vanished, which happily leaves me more time for some other projects. I can add in getting another BattleTech story revised, and/or writing another Star Trek: SCE novella proposal this month. Or get a jump on finishing AETW, which I’ll be submitting for the OCW March Novel Workshop. It not only needs at least 20K more words, but I’m changing the setting from St Andrews, Scotland, to Hay-on-Wye, Wales, so that will take a little phutzing. (It also messes up the fact that one woman lives on the cliffs above the ocean… Not sure whether to phutz where Hay is, set it in a fake town like Hay, or change where she lives. She _could_ live on the banks of the Wye, but…I’ll worry about that when I get to it.) I’m guessing it’s due to workshop folks by 1 February.

<><><>

Earlier this year, I wrote an erotica piece for a contest. I didn’t realise how short it needed to be, and way overwrote, then had to edit down considerably. I didn’t win the contest, and now I have another potential market…and the story’s way too short. Lesson learned: Always keep an old draft if you’re making major cuts or additions!

<><><>

Ugh. Writing today has been like the proverbial pulling of teeth. (Actually, I think it’s rather more like constipation, but the less said about that, the better.) I did get comments back from Teresa about the short thing I wrote yesterday, made a couple of changes, and got it off to the contest. I’ve written about 750 words on M:TG and a bit on the synopsis. I’m not convinced it’s going to work overall, but my main goal here is to get in their radar as a potential author. We shall see. I have some alternate ideas I’m pondering, in terms of submitting there.

<><><>

Made pizza for supper, trying to recreate the take-and-bake pizza from last week. I think I succeeded. Lots of pesto and garlic, fresh tomatoes, and mozzarella and feta cheeses. No tomato sauce, which I don’t think would sit with me well right now. Anyway, much yumminess.

Other than that, we’ve watched a bit of TV (British murder mystery) and will watch a bit more (“Veronica Mars”—a fitting if more subdued successor to Buffy; kind of a Buffy/Willow mix with the kicking ass confined to intelligence rather than brawn) before bed.

Oh, and the one upshoot of having a tough writing day: At one point I stopped fighting the words and exercised for half an hour instead to a Pilates/strength training show I’d taped.