Setbacks and Delays

So, I've had a couple of a problems this past week when it comes to the writing process. Well, four, to be honest. The fourth, though, is just that I haven't really wanted to. I've been, you know, putting together blog posts and such, looking up the Old English form of "to dip" and what not. You know, important shit.

Anyway, the first problem is that I've been writing in a variety of places, and this means that I've got my stuff scattered over a couple of jump drives and my computer right here. I mean, I have an idea what the word count is, but I don't have the actual numbers. The other thing is, I haven't wrestled with Excel yet to set up my handy spreadsheet telling me where I am in the story. So, what you'll find below is just a rude approximation. And by "rude approximation," I mean the last four digits of my phone number from college.

The second problem is that I've come to a point in the story that I've been kind of dreading, for the lack of a better word. See, despite what you might have read here on these interwebs earlier this week, I'm not much of a poet. Oh, sure, I can dabble in the art a bit. I've acquired a touch of fame for my haiku at work. However, I've come to a spot in the story where one of my characters goes to the Oracle of Delphi.

Now, the Oracle herself didn't speak in poetry. Actually, all she did was pretty much rave and foam at the mouth as she sat on a stool over a crack in the earth that leaked toxic gasses into the chamber in the heart of the Oracle and she slowly poisoned herself. However, there were a group of priests who stood around, interpreting what the Oracle herself was saying. These are the bastards currently acting as the thorn in my side. See, when they spoke, they spoke in lines of hexameter. Originally, I thought, this won't be a problem...six syllables...pfft...eeee-zee.

Then, suddenly, I realized that hexameter means twelve syllables. Per line. And I had to redo everything I had done before and, well, it didn't go so well. In fact, it didn't go at all. In fact, I started finding other things to do rather than write. In fact, that's what I'm doing right now.

And then the third major issue was that I spent a couple of nights putting together the post for Thursday for the scary story thing that I was doing alongside Pearl's (though her story is scarier because it really happened...I dabbled in a bit more Greek myth with a modern twist). And, while I knew everything that I wanted to do with the story, I did need to do some research--which was mostly looking at pictures of mostly naked brunettes. Who's willing to go the extra yard to please you all? Me, that's who.

So, I haven't gotten as far as I wanted, but I've learned that I can type on the laptop and watch Notre Dame fuck up again play, which helped me get some extra work done last week.

5328 / 100000 words. 5% done!