I've set myself an acheivable goal of 400 words a day, aiming to get a first draft of
Ante Body complete in six months. I've been able to keep it the last few days, and even though it's short (1k words), Chapter 2 is done! Now I have to keep up. I feel a little like Garratty in Bachman (Stephen King)'s chilling story
The Long Walk. Can't lag behind...
My arms are healing nicely, so I'll be able to write more.
Using my pocket PC, I've also put together a 500 word sf story to submit to Infinitas, that I've called
Reboot. I tried to create a dystopian future too terrible to comprehend. In a manner of speaking. Once I sync my PCs tonight I'll get it critiqued and sent.
My brother (whose birthday was yesterday) got around to reading
Moving Dad. He said it was "Good. Wierd, but good". He's the only other person capable of seeing my Dad in it, and he certainly did.
My good friend Christian Girard has started writing again. We co wrote some just-for-fun fantasy fic in the early 90's, and it's great to see him putting words down again.