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This week’s report will be short, because not much happened on the writing front. After returning from vacation with my head in the Trollbooth game, the whole family caught a strain of late-season flu. For anybody in the polar vortex regions of America, who dealt with constant snow and downright unnatural temperatures this past season, a stomach flu felt like Old Man Winter’s vile counterstroke at the moment of his banishment (yep, that’s a Wheel of Time simile).
Sometimes you just can’t win.
I managed a little work here and there. I noticed that as I’m entering the second movement of the novel, I tended to skimp on characterization due to excitement. In other words, I really wanted to get to some action. Luckily, this is an old weakness of mine, and fixable in the third draft; right now I’m going to focus on keeping up with the transcription as I outlined in my writing process. That’s the path forward, as is putting a week of uncontrollable circumstance behind me. Shit happens – sometimes with barf. Life is putting that in perspective and carrying on.