Writing update:

Ack.

To be fair to myself, which I do not wish to be, the first part of the week was fairly taken up with the blasted migraine/24-hour brain tumor/what-have-you. But I didn't get a lot of writing done this week until today. I won't even post a word count.

The structure of "Edison" is starting to take a real shape. The biggest challenge I am having is the setting; it's set in the late 1800s/early 1900s, and I keep butting up against setting questions. If I just leave a blank, which ordinarily works fine, the whole PAGE ends up being a pattern of words and blank underlines. So I've decided not to use the "leave a blank" method. The outline is kinda sorta firming up. I would call it a bendy willow kind of outline: I have the trunk, but it moves around a lot, and the branches are more numerous than any other outline I've worked with. (I could really overuse this analogy, but I am refraining.)

I also came up with some new approaches for "Manassas", but I haven't yet decided whether they will work.

Manassas and Edison are my big humongous projects.

I have to finish (haha, doesn't that imply I have done a ton?) a critique of one of my fellow Odyssey alums' novel. The overall critique was last month and went fine. This one is the so-called detailed critique, which feels like more of a line edit, to be honest. It's a big chunk of time. She's a talented writer, thank goodness. And young as snot.

600 words at this point today, although that's a little deceptive. It's actually about 1,800, but that's a rewrite, so I'm only counting it as 1/3. I am estimating that I'm cutting about a quarter and adding about a third. So it's really hard to calculate word count.

Word count is about the least useful indicator of amount of work EVER. Productivity can't be measured that way. However, it gives me something to indicate to myself that I've parked in the chair and done something. (Precise words, neh? You can tell I'm a writer.) Really, that's the most important thing I can do as a writer. Pick up the pen, turn the page, put some words there.

How many? Doesn't matter.

How good? Probably abysmal on the first write, but no one will see those words. They are the playdough version of the model of the real thing. Pink playdough, most likely. But they are the most necessary ones, because they are the ones that I turn into the real thing.

Sometimes I cross them all out and start again, but the second version is much better for having written the "wrong" words.

So. How do I measure it?

600 words at this point today.

I follow links to anything that looks remotely interesting. You never know when you'll find something way cool, you know?

So I followed an (uncool) link to the story of the girl who went missing from her parents' holiday apartment this past summer. The link led to a blog which happened to have something I haven't seen on many blogs, a little chat widget. People could live chat with one another about their theories or their worries about "poor wee Maddie" and so forth. I admit it, I read some of the chat stuff. And it had a history! Pages and pages and pages and pages of this live chat history. In the beginning, there were a lot of theories and arguments about theories.

Then as the pages came closer to the present, I noticed something happening: people were not just talking about "dear Maddie" any more. There were lines like: "sorry I'm late tonight, any new news?" "No, nothing. How's Lindsay? Is she still running that fever?" "No, she's feeling better -- she's into everything again! LOL." The people in the chat weren't strangers anymore. "Where's Suz? Has anyone seen Suz?"

Like life, communities WILL happen. Drop a rock into a pond, or a chat widget onto a blog, and around it will grow more and more complex life forms until the essential miracle happens.

I will experiment with posting writing updates.

Despite oversleeping (gah!) and subsequently having NO time available before driving Em to school and despite being crabby as all get out as a result: 1361 words. Research time: approximately one hour. Fritter around on the internet time: approximately 45 minutes. One mile walk, not brisk. My ideal writing day has at least three miles, brisk, at least some of which should be solo.

I'm sure this is fascinating.