Yesterday marked the end of a long, grueling three-month writing marathon. The publishing world seems to enjoy making a lot of their deadlines during the summer months when writers would rather be outside. I suspect this is a form of passive aggressive torture from the editors for all of the bad slush manuscripts that they have to read.
This year, I decided that I was not going to miss a single deadline or opportunity. This required a new dedication to the freelancer life and leveling up my self-discipline. I’ve had to work when all of my friends were outside playing. I woefully ignored my wife and had to turn down fun activities with friends.
I woke up in the middle of the night trying to escape dreams of restful code and Numina powers. My head feels like I tried to best Hemmingway in a drinking contest and then was chased by bulls.
Don’t fuck with the Jedi Master, son!
I did a review of my word count for the last three months. This includes all of my fiction, freelance projects, and technical writing.
I managed a total word count of 145,284 words! The breakdown works as follows:
- Technical Documentation (APIs, User Guides, Developer’s Guides, and Technical Overviews): 45,000 words.
- Two Novelettes (My Love is Vengeance and Fading Light From a Dying Star): 31,233 words
- Twelve Short Stories: 42,851 words
- Proposal for Secret Project Omega: 5,100 words (Pending Approval)
- Proposal for Secret Project 2: 1,100 words (Rejected)
- Proposal for Secret Project 3: 1,112 words (Rejected)
- Hunters Hunted 20, 000 words
I’ve never felt more like a writer. There are huge leviathan projects coming up in the near future and for the first time I feel properly ready for them.
Until then, I’m recharging my batteries and sharing fellowship with the wife and friends that have been supporting me. It takes a village to support village idiots and writers.
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