Welcome to my perfumed garden

I've been working on my book since 6.30am; beavering away at chapter one - which I never write first; if I do, it's never right for some reason and I always have to go back and basically re-write it all, so experience has taught me to start somewhere in the middle, and when that's going well, when the 'voice' is flowing, that's when I go back an do the opener.


Only this time, I kept thinking of things that just had to go in - Chapter one's the big intro to how things were in Cuba back inthe mid nineties - it's full of anecdotes, and every time I remembered one, I had to get it down before I forgot.

So Chapter One's been going quietly on in the background while I got on with the rest and, having hit a bit of a wall with the chapter I was writing, I decided to go and sort out #1, which I did - finished it, indeed; tied all those little anecdotes and haikus and games of 'Che is Sexy' (a gentle amusement we invented to while away the blackouts) and made a whole gosh-darned, finished chapter out of them. 6,750 words in all. I now have chapters 1 and 2 complete which means, I've got me a submission for m'agent! Yay. Go me.

My plan to finish this mother by the end of the month at a steady rate of 2,000 words a day is well on track. Of my 12 planned chapters, I've finished chapters 1,2, 4, 5, 6 and 7, with various snippets and stories already written to slip into the unwritten chapters.

My word-count to date = 40, 245
My progress = Good.
My current mood = Smug. ::chortle::

40,245 / 90,000 (44.7%)

Right, time for a refreshing walk, I think, before I set on with the next task; making my other book publication-worthy and, maybe, writing a bit o' fic this afternoon. That would be nice - it feels like months since I finished the Roman story. ::smiles happily::

In other news, we had new windows and a door put in yesterday. It's UPVC double glazing, which I used to regard as the work of the devil - I still don’t much like it aesthetically (though this is about as nice as it comes; mock sash style windows in mock-wood ::roll:: Heh heh), but have come to respect it's practicality, and I must admit, it's a joy to lose the howling draft that used to pour through the old door, and the racket from the sawmill is massively reduced.