I missed posting a weekly update yesterday, but I have a good excuse. I can’t tell you what that excuse is, but believe me, it’s a good one.
It’s been another good week in terms of writing. Not stellar, but good. I added about three thousand words to The Truths We Live pushing it past the seventy-five thousand word mark. I didn’t write every day last week, but on the days I did I was adding between five-hundred to a thousand words each sitting.
Keep in mind that I only get to write at the end of some very long days at work and after the kids have gone to bed, and that’s not as shabby as it looks at first glance.
And if nothing else, it’s better than I’ve done in a long time.
I’ve also been looking at and working out some of the silly details that most readers either wouldn’t care about or wouldn’t notice. For example, how much does Bobby, Emma and Mel’s new production company earn from each scene they shoot? What’s the income model? How many views do they need on each scene to break even or make a profit?
Honestly, in a novel that’s mostly about fucking, who really cares about the business model?
Well, I do. I see it as pretty important to the story, if I’m honest. And the characters talk about it too. So I spent some time working that out and trying to describe it in the narrative without being too boring.
I also found I needed to know who had directed each movie that Bobby had appeared in, and
But overall, I’m happy with this week’s effort.
On a separate note, I’m still avoiding writing a blog post for The Grumpy Blog on Brexit—mainly because I know full well it’ll turn into an all-out rant. I still can’t believe we’re doing this idiotic thing to ourselves and I feel it particularly because of how personally it affects me.
But that’s a topic for a different post and on a different section of the site.
Shall we all enjoy a nice photograph of a beautiful woman in her underwear for no good reason instead?