
Yesterday’s email: one rejection; one notification that I’ve been approved for my first-ever writing grant, through the Manitoba Arts Council.
Woohoo!
Part-time prevaricator
Yesterday’s email: one rejection; one notification that I’ve been approved for my first-ever writing grant, through the Manitoba Arts Council.
Woohoo!
As is rapidly becoming tradition, I spent most of the last week of July in a friend’s cabin up at Minnedosa. (Thanks, Karen & Ed!) My goals for the week are posted here, and here’s how it went:
I have a complete outline for the POV’s arc, which is the most critical as it’s narrated in the first person.
Also, I had a major epiphany about the POV character, one that will shake up the last ⅔ of the book.
I wrote 12,500 words in Translations, the bulk of it written as I sat on the deck, pretty much all alone in the cottage area.
Yeah, that turned out okay.
Having access to a car this year really helped me get to the dark places (literally) so that I could get some great photos of the night sky.
Also, I sold a print of one of my photos to a friend. (Thanks, Brianne!) Does that mean I’m a pro now?
Well. My bike’s left pedal arm has been coming loose more and more frequently. It’s got to go into the shop. On my first ride in Minnedosa, I had to stop twice to tighten the pedal arm, both times on my way up a hill. So after that, feh to bike riding. (At least, my bike in its current condition.)
Fortunately, I had access to a kayak (thanks, Carla!), so I put in about 15 km of paddling time, going up and down the lake.
I read James S. A. Corey’s amazing Leviathan Wakes, courtesy of my public library’s e‑book program. I’m now hooked, and need to read the rest of the Expanse saga.
I also re-read the first ⅔ of Gene Wolfe’s subtle and mysterious The Fifth Head of Cerberus, which, I’m not gonna lie, probably had at least a little bit to do with my aforementioned epiphany. (It’s also the first Wolfe novel I’ve re-read, and it’s amazing how much less confusion I feel, how much more I’m picking up.)
And we bought a second car, which is why I could have a vehicle to go gallivantin’ around the countryside, looking for dark locations to get photos like this:
I think that went well.
And thus ends the 2017 writing retreat. I’ll have a more detailed post later, but the précis is that I wrote 12,500+ words in Translations, had an epiphany that will change the last third of the story, took a bunch of photos, and drank a lot of iced coffee at Chipperfields as I used their wifi (much as I am right now).
Oh, and we bought a car.
Good times.
2 alternate takes (and more, so much more!) on my Flickr account.
For the next week, at least. It’s time for Writing Retreat, 2017 Edition.
So far I’ve got 3,500 words of a 10,000+ word goal. (1,000 words of that is in an outline/beat sheet, so I’m not really counting them. I’m also not counting blog posts. That seems like it’d be cheating.)
It’s time for Writing Retreat 2017.
Goals:
Wish me luck.
It’s quittin’ time. If you need me, I won’t be at the office.
Whoever mashed up Sesame Street and The Beastie Boys is a genius.
Thanks, Donna (@reloweeda)!