Fed up with the lack of progress I whined about last week, I consulted with a team of engineers to design a device that would force my ass into a chair with notebook and pen in hand. The schematics are proprietary and patent pending, but suffice to say it combines the best features of the power loader from Aliens and an M1 Abrams tank. I’m calling it The Machine.
See how far I’ll go to entertain you?
OK, so maybe not all of that was true. But I did manage to get back into dream time on Escaping Canaan, with a focus on mapping the terrain of the opening chapters. It’s nearly time to start drafting again, which process I greet with mingled trepidation and relief, as always.
But first, WorldCon prep beckons. I have three manuscripts to critique, and various arrangements to make, and I’m leaving for Chicago in (gulp!) less than two weeks. A bit stressful, natch, but well worth the effort. Hey, it’s WorldCon.
Write Club updates:
Tier one bounce from Buzzy Mag. Response time, 3 weeks.
Tier two bounce from Lore. Response time, 2 1/2 months.
Time to bail. The Machine is revving up again.
(Apologies for the lateness of this report. Those of you who had been waiting with bated breath may now exhale.)
