2,086 new words on the WIP. I’m a few thousand behind where I’d like to be, but the weekend is coming. I think I’ll be able to hit 50,000 by the end of the month.
The octopus is now a person again, the dragon almost knocked down a building on our magical probation officer, and a significant portion of downtown is about to get destroyed.
1,648 new words on the WIP today. The mermaid is gone and our magical probation officer is now heading across town to be near the dragon with a bucket holding an octopus. For reasons.
Also read and made notes on the next two chapters of C3 to get that out to the YWC critique group tomorrow. Amazingly I am completely on top of my goals for July. (This may all soon be completely derailed by personal life stuff, but at least things are where they are supposed to be right now.)
1,674 new words on the WIP despite it being a bit of a sucky day on the personal front. The mermaid hasn’t swum away from our magical probation officer yet, so things are looking good. There’s still a dragon downtown though.
1,798 new words on the WIP. Today the pregnant-by-parthenogenesis teen was kicked out of the house and the mayor was talking about sending in the national guard to deal with the dragon. There was also the addition of an angelfish named Romeo, the fourth of that name. Tomorrow there will be a mermaid.
3,413 new words on the work in progress, which would be even more impressive if I hadn’t slacked off the last couple of days. I’m almost caught up to where I should be to hit 50k by the end of the month. Today in the novel that in no way, shape, or form will be called “Dude, Where’s My Dragon”, our magical probation officer had a book club meeting and then a quick stop at the Catholic church to see a priest about a gargoyle that turned into not such a quick visit.
A snippet (and who knows, this might get edited out when I’m feeling less silly. Or maybe not.):
Jen nodded. “He’s a total dick twitcher.”
Piper snorted, leaving an opening for Courtney’s “He’s a what?”
Jen turned her face to Courtney and spoke clearly so the other woman could read her lips if her hearing aids didn’t do the job. “A dick twitcher. It’s a term we came up with last year for all those guys in romances who see the woman and their dick twitches.”
Courtney’s eyebrows went up. “Thank you. Yes, that’s exactly what he is. Is that even possible?”
All eyes turned to Joe who had the distinction of being one of the few men and a doctor even if he was a podiatrist. He pushed his wire-rimmed glasses up. “I think it unlikely. There aren’t muscles in the penis.”
Only 612 new words on the WIP today, but it’s Monday so I’ll take it. The unicorn situation is nearly resolved and tomorrow it will be time for book club.
Added another 1,658 words to the WIP . Today, a unicorn appears. Tomorrow (or more likely Tuesday) our magical probation officer deals with the most harrowing challenge of all — book club.
Snippet:
Angela glanced over at him. “If you find ignorance offensive you’re never going to last in this office.” She caught a slight twitch of his lips before she had to look back at traffic.
Added 2,094 words to the WIP. Things are moving forward.
Yesterday I had the critique of ALL ROCS (C2) with the WF group. It was helpful and I’ve made some preliminary notes of things to look at next month.
2,131 words today on the novel that will definitely never be called “Dude, Where’s My Dragon?” in which our slightly cranky magical probation officer learns why the department is being audited.
But for now, it’s time to walk the dogs and head to bed.
