My last post was eaten, digested and shat out into the netherworld of the interwebs.
So. Let’s try this again.
Busy week. I finally finished chapter two, which was a huge relief since it seemed to just keep going on and on and on when, in reality, it isn’t any longer than chapter 1. Together they’re a little over 16k words. As I’ve said before, the book is going to be a lot longer than I initially expected, and much longer than its predecessor. I estimate it will be longer by about 30k or 40k, which will put it in the 100k range. I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that size, but the story will be as long as it needs to be.
Here’s what I can tell you:
Donovan’s still the center of attention, but this time he’s sharing the stage with his wife and a couple of others.
I’ve promised no cats will die this time around. That’s the only promise I’m making, though.
The story will revolve around two incidents, with one based on the other’s premise.
That’s all you get for now.
In other news, I’ve taken a shine to Twitter. It’s handy. It lets me blog without really blogging. Yes, I’m a convert. Don’t judge me, okay?
Weird dream: I enlisted the help of my friend Emma, who is an agent of the Canadian Secret Service, to help me infiltrate a compound of angry, apocalyptic Mormons who kidnapped my wife for nefarious purposes. It had the pacing of a bad Nicholas Cage action film, chock full of one-liners I honestly can’t remember anymore, and it had a happy ending.
Right. Back to work I go.