WIP: Miscalculated Schedule

Saturday

With my daughter going from one grandmother to the other and my wife to another day-long training class, I thought I would have a long day of production to myself. That was a complete misread of the schedule. What, is this my first day here? Come on!

In reality, driving to east Phoenix to drop off my wife, then north Phoenix to pick up my daughter, then to south Phoenix to drop her off, then back home to central Phoenix, is at least a two-hour adventure. Add another trip to east Phoenix to pick up my wife and another to south Phoenix to pick up my daughter in the evening, and that’s over three hours of driving time, which is the opposite of writing time.

The biggest problem, however, was that I forgot I said I would run the poker tournament in the middle of the day. That was supposed to be noon to five, but when I got there I found that a soccer game had pushed the start back, so instead of scooping five hours out of my work time, it was six or almost seven.

Ouch.

By ten-thirty in the evening, I had logged less than four hours of writing productivity, and I was exhausted.

I need better

Vampires Versus Comicon

 [Cover of Vampires Versus Comicon: A Novel by T.F. Torrey] I didn’t get to put in the time I wanted on this book, but the time I did get was extremely productive. When I started, I thought I had made great progress on Friday. When I looked at what I had done, however, it looked flawed and small, not because it was terrible—it wasn’t—it was just that my brain had apparently been working on the project behind my back, and the new story in my head was an order of magnitude better. Cool!

So, by the end of the day (actually, it was still early), I had the framework for a good story. I have spreadsheets that track the vampire bites and conversions and new vampires and that whole spread, and plot that against the progression Comicon events. It looks good. It’s plausible, and it works.

And it’s funny. There are more funny acronyms, and absurd policies extrapolated from the stupid politics in Arizona, and running through it all is the humorous attempt to turn last year’s zombie attack into a stage play. It’s great!

I can’t wait to get back to this tomorrow.

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