Marathon Redux
Monday, March 21, 2011
I don’t actually know what redux means. I assume it means again — lemme check friendly old google. Aha. It doesn’t actually mean again, it means revisiting, so I don’t mean redux, but WTF. I like the sound of it.
I’m here at Squalor on the River, my home away from home, the place I come to when I’ve got masses of writing to do and too many distractions at home. Nobody wants a damned thing from me here, I can just work and sleep and cuddle with the dogs and shop and pig out and damn, life is good. In Vermont we’re expecting 9 inches of snow. Here we’ve got daffodils.
Okay, prepare to be awed. I want to finish the ICE book so we can move on to stage two of The Plan. I flew out of Burlington on Tuesday, arrived in Cincinnati, visited, and still managed to write about a thousand words. So far so good. Wednesday I wrote 3516 (in between shopping and Olive Garden). Thursday 3317. Friday 5492 (we didn’t go out that day). Saturday, when we went out to Steak N Shake, Hobby Lobby, Jo-Ann’s, Staples, Krogers, and DSW, I still managed to write 4468, half of those words after midnight, which is unheard of for me. Then I went to bed around three and stayed up reading the divine Sherry Thomas’s book, NOT QUITE A HUSBAND and god knows when I fell asleep.
Today I got up, ate bagels, watched a terrible movie with Damien Lewis (who’s darling) and wrote 4001. Bringing it to a grand total of … about 22,000. That’s almost a third of a book. And I have two more full days to go.
So no, I won’t finish this brilliant sucker, but I’ll come close enough that I can finish it be the end of the month and send it off, and with luck it’ll be in the hands of readers in no time at all. And then something else new and completely exciting, and then Kristina Douglas just signed for two new books, so hey. As Crusie would say, nothing but good times ahead.
I’m here at Squalor on the River, my home away from home, the place I come to when I’ve got masses of writing to do and too many distractions at home. Nobody wants a damned thing from me here, I can just work and sleep and cuddle with the dogs and shop and pig out and damn, life is good. In Vermont we’re expecting 9 inches of snow. Here we’ve got daffodils.
Okay, prepare to be awed. I want to finish the ICE book so we can move on to stage two of The Plan. I flew out of Burlington on Tuesday, arrived in Cincinnati, visited, and still managed to write about a thousand words. So far so good. Wednesday I wrote 3516 (in between shopping and Olive Garden). Thursday 3317. Friday 5492 (we didn’t go out that day). Saturday, when we went out to Steak N Shake, Hobby Lobby, Jo-Ann’s, Staples, Krogers, and DSW, I still managed to write 4468, half of those words after midnight, which is unheard of for me. Then I went to bed around three and stayed up reading the divine Sherry Thomas’s book, NOT QUITE A HUSBAND and god knows when I fell asleep.
Today I got up, ate bagels, watched a terrible movie with Damien Lewis (who’s darling) and wrote 4001. Bringing it to a grand total of … about 22,000. That’s almost a third of a book. And I have two more full days to go.
So no, I won’t finish this brilliant sucker, but I’ll come close enough that I can finish it be the end of the month and send it off, and with luck it’ll be in the hands of readers in no time at all. And then something else new and completely exciting, and then Kristina Douglas just signed for two new books, so hey. As Crusie would say, nothing but good times ahead.
Labels: Jenny Crusie, marathon. Kristina Douglas, Sherry Thomas
posted by Anne Stuart at 12:30 PM
4 Comments:
I cant wait to get the new Ice book. You just keep up with the marathon redux, LOL. Enjoy the time away from home and all the wonderful shopping
I am truly in awe. And I just love your blog posts - they manage to be entertaining and yet still real at the same time. Thanks for sharing yourself this way :) Can't wait to read the new ICE book!
I just had to leave a comment. I have always been a huge fan. I was so disgusted by the actions of the alleged hero in the last Rohan book that I decided I just could not read you anymore. I hope for future readers you decide that there are some things that make a character irredeemable. I will be sorry to miss the next Ice book but if the hero as disgusting as the last Rohan character I won't miss much.
Just read the flame below, and irritation with the "PC police" has managed to drag me from my perpetual-lurker state......
I won't bother going into detail about how much I love your heroes, why you're top of my auto-buy list or why you were my first glom (though all true) but, needless to say, I'm a fan. Possibly even a fan-girl!
Anyway, is it just me, or are there suddenly more and more people around who feel like their idea of "a hero" is the RIGHT one, and anyone who likes something other that that is WRONG? I finally got around to reading Anna Campbell's Claiming the Courtesan the other day, and just can't see what the furore was about - I loved it! (sigh) Makes me feel old :)
So, as a big believer in "to each, his own" - please ignore the self-righteous types, and remain my own favourite purveyor of heroes I want to slap, then kiss!
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