Being Snowed In is Good for Writing (but bad for blogging)

I was a bad blogger but a good writer this weekend; I figure it works out alright for me in the end.

Let’s see.  I think I mentioned that we finally got what I would call legitimate snowfall over here.  The drifts were up to my hips and the front door would have been blocked if it opened out instead of in.

I was quite happy.  I love snow.

But, all things must pass and the snow is melting nicely.

I worked from home on Friday, then spent the afternoon Saturday on Chapter Six.  It’s been a vexing chapter, but I finally cracked it and that means last night I was able to start in on Chapter Seven.

It’s been a fun chapter so far.  I’m getting to write for a character that’s different from someone I’ve written for before.

Animals is about 4,000 pages heavier today than it was on Thursday.  I wouldn’t want to think about how many actual words I wrote, then got rid of, but 4,000 is a pretty good place to be.

This week is threatening to be quieter than last week, an Official Good Thing.  I may revisit Six for some minor tweaking, and I’d love to push through Seven and get to Eight; not entirely sure what Eight’s going to be — if it’s one type of chapter or another — and I’m excited to find out.

Past that, I should have another chunk from the First Draft which will survive somewhat intact.  And then we’ll be past the half-way mark and that’s also quite exciting.