Captain’s Log, November 10th, 2009.
I have the day off from work tomorrow. I’ll be writing.
Captain’s Log, November 9th, 2009.
Jumping headlong into a novel like this can lead to some tricky bits. I have a definite ending for the story, but getting there is like crossing a wild and woolly wilderness, with each chapter a challenge in clear cutting a path through only vaguely mapped out areas.
Captain’s Log, November 8th, 2009.
A man sized preying mantis, being interviewed, while eating a man, on a talk show.
That’s a whole chapter.
Captain’s Log, November 7th, 2009.
I am writing this log early on this day, for the happy port we landed in the day before was full of buxom food and lusty couches, luring my merry crew in the gentle ease of lazy livin.
Captain’s Log, November 6th, 2009.
We traveled back to our home county, escaping the confines of too many people, too many cars, and too much urban sprawl (Its only got about 20,000 people in it, but that’s too many too close for our taste.) and spent the night relaxing with a late supper and an early bed time.
Captain’s Log, November 5th, 2009.
I set out to write a chapter where not much was supposed to happen. An introduction to a character that enjoys the everyday every day, and wants it to continue, but a part of him knows he can’t. He’s got something to do, and someone’s trying to get him to break free and someone else is trying to keep him there.
Captain’s Log, November 4th, 2009.
I’m such a tease to readers. Ended a bit with a cliffhanger, then described the resulting battleĀ from the bored perspective of a farmer as he listened to the radio.
Captain’s Log, November 2nd, 2009.
It’s been two days and I’ve wrote a few thousand words. The voyage is going well, and I’ve even managed to work in a hidden reference to goatse.
Nothing like leaving a rotten easter egg. How many of you will be looking for that, now?
Captains Log, November 1rst, 2009.
Today’s the day for settin sail, but I haven’t set the ship a’sea just yet. Not sure how long the metaphor will continue, as the month goes on and the waters demand more and more of me to navigate. The crew murmur to themselves, uttering half heard and broken spoken fears of the port suffering for the voyage.