Happy Boxing Day!
This was possibly the best Christmas ever.
The food was excellent. The gifts were wonderful. The kids stayed in their pajamas and played nicely together all day. And my beatuful gamer wife and I spent the day wandering our respective irradiated wastelands on our computers: she in Fallout 3, and I in STALKER.*
If only every Christmas could be so relaxing.
* Technically, the game is a called S.T.A.L.K.E.R. – Shadows of Chernobyl, but there’s no way I’m typing all those periods in the middle of a word, and I’m not sure how to spell “Chernobyl.”
I finished my Nano novel yesterday. Which, yes, is the second week of December (a week later than I’d predicted), but it’s done, done, done.
Just over 51,000 words, which means that in the process of the impending re-writing and editing, I should try to add another 10-15K, so it’s actually saleable. Looking back on my slim volumne of pulpy prose, that shouldn’t be a problem. I was over halfway done before I realized that I’d never bothered to describe any of the main characters, so that should be another 3K right there. (Although in my defense, I just finish reading a horror-scifi novel in which none of the characters had more than a few words of description apiece. It was a movie tie-in, but still.)
Done. It’s a good feeling. I’m looking forward to feeling it again.
