My back went out last week. Birdie and I spent Thursday at home, and I couldn't move on Friday. Missed two days of work and a softball game Friday night. That's the first time in ten years my back has done that. I haven't missed it.
No writing. I played Sims on Thursday and Friday I read Fevre Dream.
Saturday worked a bit in the garden and vacuumed, went to the ReStore and found some bargains. Vella's party that night and I had to leave early, after not being fit enough to play cornhole. Sunday worked at the house, but didn't get much done due to ladder avoidance. Then we went to Caesar's where I actually won a little bit of money.
Today I'm going to work on the outline, because I've completely gone away from it. The middle that I'm writing toward bears no relationship to the outline. It needs to simplify, for one thing, because my chapters are actually long enough to hold up having fewer of them. The story will be more simple than I expected. Parker is trying to get home, he finds Kelsey and rescues her, but then they don't trust each other and have problems on top of their problems because of it.
How about this for a title: Dead and Dangerous.
[afternoon] So, at about eleven o'clock I thought I would BRIEFLY work on the outline, but I ended up adding some good stuff to chapter three, concerning the first zombie Parker sees - the clerk in the scuba shop. Did about 650 words, working off and on for a little while. Ahhhh, that's better.
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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