So, how goes the writing, you ask?

I know the blog is suffering folks, but the muse, she only has enough words for me to spend them in one place. In fact, by making this blog entry before taking the time to do some writing today (my normal writing time being thrown off by outside events), I’m already at risk of not making some words flow.

One of the reasons I haven’t been talking about it is because it does me no good. Experience has taught me that blogging about current projects is only destined to end in shame and misery, and for me it’s even worse. I have been pretty faithless in keeping the graph up to date on the blog’s front page, so if you happen by you can get an idea of where I’m at (just past the 25k mark, narrowing in on what I’m estimating is the 1/2 way mark of 30k). These are, of course, just loose estimates, and only after the first draft will I be able to give a clearer estimate.

The BADGER explosion on April 18, 1953, as par...

Being at the midpoint, I feel compelled to shake things up a bit in the story. Now is the time for the unexpected train wreck, the fire, the nuclear explosion that ruins America’s milk supply, therefore taking away such American staples as butter, ice cream, and creamy lattes.

Other than that, I don’t really have too much to say. Today will mark my 33rd consecutive day writing, of which only 4 days were less than 500 words, and 3 of those were the first week. I won’t lie – the words aren’t coming any easier today than they were on day one – but it does seem to be getting easier to dip into the stream. Maybe its the tricks I’ve listed recently, but finding a rhythm you can stick with seems to be key. For me, its usually writing during my lunch break, when I have the office at work all to myself. That means working my lunch time around my officemate’s schedule, and making sure to heat & eat with enough time to pound some keys, but it also means that once it’s done for the day, I don’t have that self imposed obligation hanging over me when I finally get home exhausted and bereft of clear thought. OK, off to listen to my Classically Recomposed pandora station and do some finger tapping.

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