I slept on even numbered hours last night and suffered through episodes of jactation during the odd hours. It makes for a most uneasy night, let me tell you.
My writing is going reasonably. I have no more than ten thousand words of which perhaps three thousand are "keepers" but that is not bad this early in the game. I'm calling the book "Kodrus" at the moment after the main character. I'll try to come up with a better name soon. I'm in the middle of the necessarily expository first chapter. I hate those wordy explanations between tiny bits of dialog but I don't know any other way to do it. You know what I mean
- "Hello," said John, flicking a speck of dust from his $3000 suit and musing that as the CEO of the largest custom marmoset corporation on the planet, it was odd that he should have to flick dust off his own lapels.
I'm thinking of posting "Kodrus" opening lines to the livejournal writers community. The criticism will probably be less than constructive, but you can always winnow some benefit from the storm.