Since about May 23rd I have been sicker than I’ve been for years. Mostly in bed, mostly trying to sleep. Started out as . . . maybe? . . . a cold. Has stayed on as deep, productive coughs, dizziness, almost complete disinterest in food, general weakness, headaches. Too hard to think to write. Often too much work even to sit up. Starting to concern me, as this has gone on for nearly two weeks. Time for the doctor? Of course now it’s the weekend, so I guess I’ll see how the weekend goes. Anyway, a bust for writing this May!
I finished my letter in the epistolary story and sent it off to my husband. He’s busy working on starship designs, and I don’t even know if he’s read my contribution yet. Ah well.
I have sold another story! This is one I actually wrote back in 2011, then sent it through my writers’ group and it languished on my hard drive for a while. I finally pulled it out, fixed the problems I knew it had and other problems my writers’ group discussed, polished it, and sent it off! This will be my seventh story to be printed in the Sword & Sorceress anthology series over the last ten years.
My husband sent me back a letter answering mine from our epistolary story. Now I get to figure out how to answer it! This is fun because I can’t really brainstorm until I see what he does, so some of it is quite spontaneous.
Mother’s Day. I slept in and did almost nothing useful all day. My husband made yummy crockpot chicken.
A very physically demanding day. My family followed my postal carrier daughter around on her route picking up food donations for the mail carriers’ food drive. We loaded them into the back of our van until her mail truck was empty enough of mail that we could transfer the donations to her truck. Since my husband was driving, I got to be the one who jumped out of the van all the time to grab donations (often heavy bags full of cans) and carry them to the van. By the end of the day (which started about five hours earlier than I normally get up) I was exhausted. So . . . no writing. I did take a nap!
I wrote the first “letter” in an epistolary story to trade with my husband. The deal was, he was supposed to write one for me as well. Instead, he spent the entire evening coming up with characters, but no story. Sigh.
Mine began rather steampunk-y, with a young woman disguised as a boy taking a job on an airship to uncover . . . something. The Grand Plot has yet to be unveiled.
Due to a bad pain week, I have done no writing. Chronic illness sucks. However, I have roped my husband into a project for the rest of May. We will start two epistolary stories–one begun by me, one by him. Every day, we will each write the next letter in each story, effectively working on two stories every day. This, I hope, will help both him and me get some writing done. If not precisely a story a day, it will be two letters that are part of stories–scenes, so to speak–each day. At the end of the month, we can decide if we’ll carry this longer or attempt to bring the stories to a close. Right now it sounds like a lot of fun. We shall see.
No writing of my own today, alas. Instead, I spent hours helping my daughter revise a chapter of her novel-length fan fiction. We have great fun together discussing the etymology of words, the precise “flavor” of synonyms, how to portray emotion in writing, how to describe how emotion shows in a character’s face and body language, and many other fascinating bits of “mechanics” for writing.
Well, I was going to write something short and easy. Instead, I started a story from the prompts: A vacuum cleaner is caught in a lab accident in an abandoned mental institution. A recovering alcoholic creates a clone of himself at an elementary school. An old man babysits an obnoxious brat. I’ve managed to incorporate most of these elements, and it’s turning into a very weird story.