Writer’s Workspace: 11/16

Good morning and welcome to this writer’s workspace.  Here’s what’s happening liiiiiiiive at Miranda’s desk:

What I’m working on: Today’s a NaNoWriMo day, so I’m plowing ahead on the first draft of “Absent (see “Miranda’s Writing” for a synopsis).  So far, I’ve written 21,000 words in 15 days, but I’m still over 5,000 words behind.  I hope to eat away at that deficit today.

Snippet from the page: “Nick’s first impression was a blinding glare–the sun overhead.  Then the cold.  It pressed greedy fingers against every inch of exposed skin.  He gasped and the air bit deep into his lungs.  Emily’s hand still clutched his, and he saw Reid crouched nearby, his hands against his knees and vomit trailing in the wind.  Brittle, tundra-like grasses sprouted in miserable clumps, bent down in submission to the wind.  A jagged line of mountains loomed in the distance.”

Keeping me company: Mr. Ramses (The Overseer) has turned his attention to guarding the borders of his domain.  At least he’s not trying to steal my chair this morning.

Patrolling the borders

On the iTunes: Instrumental soundtracks are great for novel writing.  Right now I’ve got the Main Title (House Atreides) from Children of Dune playing.

Out the Window: it’s warm today, for a November, but miserable and gray.  The forecast promises “soaking rains.”  This might actually be inspiring since I need to write several scenes set in Ice Age Wyoming.

In my mug: Empty! Gah!  I’m contemplating a second cup of Irish Breakfast, but it’s still early.  Must. Pace. Myself.

A Little Procrastination Never Hurt Anyone: a few links to share today….Catherine Schaff-Stump on the love of writing, Scalzi reminds us to nominate books for the Nebula, and The Ferrett on the importance of working your writing muscle.  Enjoy.

Well, that’s all from here folks!  What are you up to today?

Writer’s Workspace: 11/10

Good morning!  Welcome to this writer’s workspace.  Here’s what happening liiiiiiiiive at Miranda’s desk:

What I’m working on: Revisions to the second draft of my novel “A Blood Red Sun.”  I’ve made it nearly to the midpoint of the book and am gearing up for the next major section that needs work – the big battle where the protagonist loses spectacularly.

Snippet from the screen: “The little girl studied him a moment longer, weighing things.  He waited.  The light was almost gone and night would soon fall.  Shadows nibbled at the girl’s edges, swallowed up the hut whole.”

On the iTunes: “Heart of Gold”, Neil Young

In my mug: cold dregs of Dunmore East Irish Breakfast tea

Out my window: dishwater-gray sky, the last of the fall leaves.  Brooklyn seems torn between malingering in late fall and proceeding into early winter.  I say: make up your damn mind!

Keeping me company: The Overseer (aka Mr. Ramses, my very fat cat)

 

"The Overseer" keeps an eye on me from the kitchen

That’s all from here, folks.

What are you working on?