Scotty, I Need Warp Speed NOW!
Ah, those mid-novel blues…where the plot thickens, the zombie hordes stand 400 deep, the characters are locked in mortal combat with their reanimated foes, and the mortars and Little Birds are running out of ammo.
And the writer is running out of steam.
Yes, yes, it’s my turn to bitch about how tough it is to write a book, especially one that has a ton and a half of detail to cover and pages upon pages of glaring exposition to bury and smooth out so they don’t read like engine installation instructions. This is one of the problems with being wedded to a 3,000+ words a day schedule—you have to fly an autopilot for long periods of time, just focusing on the story and getting the words out so you can conduct search and destroy missions to clean up the text later. But after a time, chipping away at an end product that will likely stand tall at around 130,000 words is just damned tiring. I’ll be lucky to have any fingers left by the time I’m done, which will definitely have a negative impact on realizing my lifelong dream of being a hand model.
Even more maddening is flinging out a cute subplot that goes nowhere, even after having invested thousands of words on it. And continuing forward with it makes things even tougher. Yeah, I did this, and a couple of days ago I had to take 20,000 words or so out behind the barn and shoot them through their heads. (Actually, I just hit them with a 2,000 pound JDAM—much more efficient, and even I don’t have 20,000 rounds lying around Casa Knight.)
So, because of that, it seems that The Rising Horde will debut even later than I’d planned. If I’m lucky, I’ll have it finished and ready for deployment before Christmas.
Wish me luck.
Today’s image from the book: the MRAP, which is what Our Heroes will be using to cut through the horde. Heavy, tough, armored vehicles that take a licking and keep ticking, originally designed to survive an Improvised Explosive Device (IED) in Iraq. Not the most maneuverable vehicle out there, but more hardened than a Stryker, and less likely to break down in a spreading puddle of transmission fluid than an M2/M3 Bradley.