Yesterday, I wrote 1,068 on "Pickman's Madonna" and found THE END. It will appear in Sirenia Digest #93 (October '13), which I hope will go out in the next few days. I intend to both get it and #94 out in November. Keep watching the skies. Also, I should note here that I owe a good bit of the concept and some specifics in "Pickman's Madonna" to story material worked out with stsisyphus, and I am grateful to him for generously agreeing to permit me to use it outside the original context.
Today, I desperately need to jump back into Cherry Bomb, both feet, full-tilt boogie, and all that shit. I've gotten dangerously behind, and it's hard to even imagine being able to catch up. If I could only write more in a day. If I could manage to raise my daily average to, say, 2,000 words without sacrificing quality. But I don't write in drafts. I can't. Don't know how. I sit down and produce polished, finished prose. Anyway, having to undertake rewrites would, ultimately, eat up just as much time or longer, even if I could dash off drafts.
On a related note, sovay recently wrote:
I don't believe in NaNoWriMo. I don't mean metaphysically; I mean that I know that writing a novel in thirty days is not a reasonable goal to set for myself, especially when I don't even have a novel in mind. I do, however, believe in National Fucking Write More Month, which does not make a very good acronym. Something with intellectual content every day, not just reportage or link aggregation. It shouldn't be impossible.
Fuck it all.
Looking at the Sad Tree,