I've been working on a new story while I wait to hear back from Jen on my editing outline for Shades of Blue. For Shades I wrote 3,000 words a day, five days a week so I got the first draft done pretty quickly. I'm taking a bit more time with this one, which is good and bad. Bad because I can't help comparing time frames for the two stories and when I realize how much I still have to write, I feel like a slacker. Good because I have more time to get other things done during the week, like critiques for the wonderfully talented women in my critique group; or playing Ichumon, which I'm hopelessly addicted to; or blog writing (Hi!); or giving my dog a bath.
I wish I had a picture of that last one because she looked so miserable that it was adorable. You'd think I was trying to drown her. Next time I'll plan ahead for picture goodness. Anyway, she's been mad at me all day. Dogs are supposed to like water. It's not my fault she wants to be a rebel, or that she likes to scratch her back with dirt.
New manuscript progress: 15,716 words.
I have to go peel potatoes for my father's birthday dinner now. Oh how I hate peeling potatoes, especially for a lot of people. Isn't it a punishment in the military, or did I just see that in a movie?