Progress vs. Progress
Word count for the Decopunk story–research has further refined its niche–is in the low 40s, even after a short dip during spring break. We went on a little expedition to Indianapolis and Dayton, for the Children’s and National Air Force Museums respectively.
Actually, my output during the micro-vacation was fine, but the days before and after, I lost time to rendering architectural sketches for the pergolas we’re putting in back of the house for the solar panels. Laura found a simple design we liked, so it was just a matter of making them fit.
Yesterday my agent got back to me with suggestions for Sleep of the Unjust. Good suggestions, and (fortunately) ones that won’t take nearly as long to implement as the rewrite that improved Last Tink Standing. Working with someone who understands what you’re trying to do is not only a huge confidence boost (someone gets it! someone gets it!) but also an aid to the brainstorming process necessary for a solid rewrite, aka “how exactly do I hammer this into the shape it needs to be?” stage.
This means for a month I’m shifting gears. The Decopunk story is at a good stopping point, structurally halfway. I’m a little ahead of schedule on it, such that I’m not worried about being able to pick it back up and finish it in time for the August WUTA Big Books session.
So progress on one project postponed while I progress on the other. (Hey, why is it that the emphasis changes syllables between the noun and verb forms when a word can be both? “Rebel” does it too.) This is where writing in the corporate world pays off in my fiction–I’m no stranger to priorities shifting beneath my feet.