This morning before work, with very little fanfare, I finished the epilogue, completing the rough draft for this fourth novel in the Togahan series. Like previous drafts, finishing the first pass is…well, weird. It’s like, there should be a firework or two? Maybe? Or an “Achievement Unlocked!” appears on my screen? Instead, I just came down from the attic with a subtle smile and informed my wife of the news. Then I got ready for work.
AT4 (the working title until I decide on a final one), came in at 35 chapters, 391 pages, 156,701 words total. It’s not the longest first draft I’ve done, but it’s up there. According to my schedule, I started it on January 1, 2017, and it took me a little over two and a half years to finish (or close to one Martian year; I can live with that). I had planned to finish it by September (of last year). So I’m roughly 326 days behind my arbitrary schedule.
Regardless, it’s done, putting the project at 41.6% complete. Next up: sketch maps for a couple of weeks, then I hunker down for the editing. I’m hoping to make back some of those 326 days there, but I’d rather take it slow and do it right, than rush something I’m less happy with. We’ll see.
As always, thanks for sticking with me. I’ll let you know how it goes.
I was wowed by Halo: Combat Evolved when I first saw it back in 2001, and rushed to get my first Xbox when it was released just so I could play it. I went through the game several times, increasing the difficulty, learning all the tricks and quirks, and later went on to play the sequels, upgrade to newer versions of the Xbox, and play group matches with my buddies.
Hey everyone! It’s the end of June, closing out the second quarter of the year, and that means it’s time to check my progress versus my goals. I’ll say up front that I delivered two presentations at a professional conference in early June, and preparing for that took away from my writing time. Plus we’re now two weeks into the summer schedule rollercoaster where my wife and I are readjusting drop-offs/pickups and general coverage on a day-to-day basis, so carving out (or rather, reestablishing) regular writing time has been even less likely—i.e. I write when I can, when I’m not exhausted. But more on that bullet below. Let’s check the goals!
My daughters have the LEGO collection I always wanted and never had. They’ve got Barbies of countless professions, and other toys that are classic, new, or popular. There are like five dollhouses and a mountain fortress (a proud hand-me-down from me).
My daughter recently grew an interest in the game of chess,
after spying an ornate set at my parents’ house and begging me to teach her to
play. Since then we’ve had a number of games. I’m a terrible player, but I know
enough to stay ahead of her, and I’ve defeated her every time. Take that,
In the same vein as my previous post, I wanted to highlight yet another interesting fight scene I viewed recently. My wife and I have been enjoying Barry on HBO, and Season 2, Episode 5 starts with this half-assed scuffle. The setup: Barry’s been told to assassinate a man, but he’s had a change of heart.
“Is a book art?” the teacher asked the class. I sat beside my daughter, observing her class as part an art appreciation exercise. The students speculated that the book might contain art or illustrations, but the teacher pressed the point about the book itself. If it were blank, could the book still be art?
Inspiration for the Togahan series came from a number of places, but a fundamental source was a type of story where the protagonist realizes, in a single moment, that the thing they’re facing is more important than their own survival. I absorbed lots of these moments from books or movies, but many also come from real life stories. The earliest one I remember reading was in Reader’s Digest back in the late 80’s.*
Well, the good news is that this report is on time for once. The bad news is that I suspect my progress is sucking. Let’s take a look at my goals and where I’m at.
My kids love going to the LEGO store. They eyeball all of their favorite sets, the big ones that end up on their wish lists for birthdays and holidays. They play in the mini figure bin, and concoct absurd combinations of tops, bottoms, hats, and props that make sense to their inner narrative. For me, I like the bins in the back, where I can grab fistfuls of various bits and fill a container for a fixed price. There’s no directions, no pre-sorted sets, just dozens of curious widgets like hinges, joints, antennae, and engines that I can cobble together from my imagination.
LEGO bricks aren’t cheap, so to get the best value, I have to fill that cup as densely as possible, creating what I call the LEGO Parfait.