So I'm basically hammering away:
Yeah, I'm taking over the tattoo shop in a month.
And working a LOT of extra shifts to make it happen.
And finishing the new novel. Another week. Maybe two.
And moving house. (Did I not mention moving? Yeah, I'm moving in a couple weeks.)
And trying like hell to find a tattooist who won't flake out after one day.
You know what I need? What's been lacking? This weekend I found out:
Maybe it was a stomach virus, I don't know. After a day and a half of vomiting, I didn't care.
One good thing about the experience, there was plenty of time to think. I figured out where BURIED was going wrong, unpicked the bad chapters and am once again going strong. Full throttle, as it were...
Also, it turns out, I'm less the Marv-type than Dwight. Probably on account of that time I faked my own death. Maybe it's a coincidence on account of the Dwight tattoo on my leg these last ten years. Who knows? My favorite thing is that I came in second for Lucielle! Which Sin City character are you?
At the moment, the Full Throttle Daily Wordcout-O-Meter stands at 63,000 words (since about 3,000 had to come out...)