In the face of darkness, high stakes, and horrible odds, you can save yourself and the world
Tonight I pruned more than I added, so I lost about 300 words. My writing ability tonight seemed to be taking a vacation, so I organized. I whacked the draft up and put various scenes in order in Scrivener.
Tomorrow we’ll see if the writing comes back, and if not, we’ll continue to shuffle things around.
Expect the return of the Herc-o-meter then.
Catherine
So, I’ve done some more writing and chopping.
Word Count:
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36,634 / 75,000
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The answer to the last Herculean trivia was the Nemean Lion. That’s where Hercules picks up his attractive poncho. Here’s an easier question. What did Hercules steal from Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons?
Herculean Wisdom:
“Polly, there’s something I want to ask you.”
“Yeah?” said Polly.
“Well, there’s this girl I’ve been thinking about asking out. Do you think I’d stand a chance?”
“I don’t know, Leo. Is she prissy?”
“What? No! I’d never date a prissy girl!”
“Good. Because you’re a little rough around the edges.”
“I could clean up okay.”
Polly put her hands on her hips. “Yeah. Sure.”
Soap is an important ingredient for dating.
The latest installment of Blood is Thicker than Water at Las Habladoras.
An interview with Jeff Sypeck at Writers and their Soundtracks.
David Bridger’s How to Get Your Novel published blog features The Hunting of the Agent by Caitlin Kittredge.
Back to keeping my head low and writing.
So…this morning I’m off for my annual trip to the gastroenterologist (wherein we discuss how January’s surgery has changed the reflux landscape), so I’m killing a wee bit of time before I commute over there. I’ve done the email, alerted the ELA honor guard to delay the students until later, read your entries on my friends lists, and still have a wee bit of time to kill.
I’m enjoying reading about all those stories you guys have out there, getting published. Short stories, novels, those found by agents. Congratulations! It seems that the world is abuzz with happy news. Me too. I’m working on a novel that I’m getting paid to write, that could become a series, and that has a couple of film companies waiting in the wings for it.
Like so many writers, I have a hard time focusing on the positive. I feel a bit fraudulent at the moment, mostly because I’m not sending out queries. Hulk Hercules is priority one right now. I wish I had time to crank out short stories for all the markets I’ve heard about recently. I’m particularly hot to write Mark Twain’s Daughter for the Interfictions 2 anthology now that I’m reading it, and really enjoying it.
And then there’s the whole novel thing. As long as Substance was making the rounds, I felt cool, I’m working toward getting an agent. I tell myself that I am doing the same thing by writing Hulk Hercules, as I can actually tell an agent I’ve written a book, and even, if the film deal comes through, use the book to help get an agent. I also tell myself that the jury is still out on Substance. Chances are slim it will get an agent, but it ain’t over until it’s over.
So, in addition to wanting to work on Hulk and write those short stories, I also want to be working on my Abigail Rath Versus series, which I think will be fun, and other novels I have ideas for. I don’t want to slight anything, but yeah, I want to be working on it all. I feel I should be trying to get a new agent with a new project, and trying to get into a writing work shop with short stories, and trying to publish short stories…
Okay. You guys know me. I’m really pretty patient. But we all have to have these cathartic moments, just to reveal that deep down inside, all authors are the same insecure people. 🙂 I’m curious how you guys manage your hopes, your dreams, and your desires with your real life, your impatience with your patience. I’m going to go back and look at my writer’s life list, and bide my time. I’m going to wait for the storm to break. I’m going to take it one step at a time, and I’m going to put my head down, and write Sonya and Cats Curious a killer book.
It would be nice if something new would happen, if the storm would break. I feel, especially after my family went ‘splodey this weekend, I deserve something nice. Then I remember that my life is pretty good, and I already have breaks other authors want.
We always want the next thing, and I guess we should just learn to appreciate the step we’re at when we’re there.
Catherine
I copied last night when I should have cut, so I discovered that I didn’t get as many new words as previously thought. Still, I’m ahead of where I was yesterday after writing the first version of the cleaning of the Augean stables, so that’s good. I’ve also worked a bit on adding to the scene that introduces Hera. Initially it was a student in Hera’s motivations, but it will become a full blown therapy session which will introduce the opposition team of mythological guys that will run through the books, if, in fact, Cats Curious has enough success with the books to make it a series.
So, word count:
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35,826 / 75,000
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No one’s guessed the first labor of Hercules yet, so that question will stand for another day.
Herculean wisdom today:
“Did Arnold get into trouble?”
“Sure did. His dad sent him away to live with relatives.”
“Hmmm,” said Bianca from the doorway. “So, that’s what happens to kids who get into trouble. I get it now.”
“You,” said Nonna, shaking a spatula at Bianca. “Come set the table.”
Even in Herculean times, crossing your parents could have consequences, but if your relatives cook better than your parents, maybe it’s not so bad?
Well, one of my birds came home to roost.
Kenny Hanour, assistant to Jenny Rappaport let me know that Substance is not for them. I have two more agents still out there, one with a full, and one with a partial. Also, an unknown query yet.
Moving right along, then, I’ll post some progress tonight, later.
Catherine
We’re back, and we’re writing. First of all, let’s talk about word count.
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35,397 / 75,000
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I’ve just started another Nonna tells Tony story: this one the Augean stable. But we’ve already covered trivia for the Augean stable, so I’ll ask you this question: What was the first labor of Hercules?
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Herculean wisdom:
“Tell me the story of the Augean Stables,” said Tony. “Since I’m working.”
“I don’t think that’s a food preparation story,” said Nonna.
Your appetite *can* be affected by mythology, so tell gross and gory stories with care!
Tomorrow, then!
Catherine
Occasionally we have those days where things come up, and we don’t get to write. Today was a mixed bag. Familial entanglements from the last couple of days took me traveling. When I arrived home, I caught up on some internet things. I expect to be peripherally involved in some things the next few days that will be unpleasant, but I will do my best to persevere on the book. But I’m pleased that I’ve built some words up for a margin of error, and that I’m being productive.
That’s the last you should hear of angst. I’ll keep it over in the other journal. We try to keep this one professional.
However, since I was in Des Moines today, I stopped at their Half-Price Books, and serendipitously found a biography specifically about Mark Twain and his daughter Susy, which means that short story is fated. Sometimes these things are surprising, these signs.
By the way, Mochi Monkey scores correctly on the trivia. Hercules takes the boar to Eurystheus.
Watch my fingers fly tomorrow!
Catherine
Here it is. Me looking professorial, the Endowed Chair literature for this year.
Catherine
I’m sitting in a coffee shop in a campus town to the south, working on HH:PW. Yeah, it’s a poser thing, but I did have to come in for my Russian lesson, and we do have a teacher cookout at Bryon’s school tonight, so here I am. I had a most scrumptious vegetarian Indian lunch, and I can’t do that at home, so there are advantages.
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It occurs to me that the reason I haven’t heard from the agent I mentioned in earlier entries is because I haven’t sacrificed a body part. I didn’t have to sacrifice a body part for Cats Curious, it’s true, but when Drollerie accepted Sister Night, Sister Moon it was the day after I had my gall bladder removed that I received the offer. What do you mean you don’t see correlation?
A couple of other things. Three instructors at Kirkwood had a piece appear in Indelible Companions, so we will probably be having a reading sometime in the near future. I’m trying to get a well-scanned copy of my endowed chair announcement in here. Bryon gave it a try at school, but it’s not the best. We may go to the trouble of hooking the scanner all up at home, but I sort of hate to do that to him, so we’ll see. You’d think Kirkwood could just post it somewhere, but no…
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Right. Hercules. Yeah. On the surface, it looks like I only wrote an additional 300 words, but I cut about 500, so it’s about 800. I’m making note of what’s more final, and what’s more tentative as I go. I’m feeling very much on track.
Word count:
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33,828 / 75,000
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Trivia: Tina was spot on. Hercules used a spear. What happened after Hercules caught the boar?
And today, a snippet. This is the second part of the recess wrestling match. Enjoy.
Mike and Tony made crowd noises, roaring above the boos George and Alex put out. “And in this corner, two hundred sixty pounds of crazy, hairy pig, the Wild Boar!” George danced around, his arms extended in front of him in parody of great girth. Alex chewed on a fake cigar. “Boar, take out that fake Hercules,” he said.
“I’m gonna make me some ham steaks,” said Tony.
