Jeffrey Ricker is a writer and graphic designer living in St. Louis, Mo. with his partner, two dogs, and a neurotic cat. He works at the Missouri Botanical Garden and promises not to write about any of his co-workers. He dislikes referring to himself in the third person.
It's nine days until the end of the month, and as I expected, I'm behind. By the end of today, according to the handy meter on the NaNoWriMo website, I should be at 35,000 words. This is about 6,000 words higher than my current word count of 28,824. Luckily, we've rolled into the weekend, when I always manage to get more writing done. (I was 3,000 words in the hole last weekend, and I managed to ...
Back in 2002, I did the National Novel Writing Month contest, where you set a goal of writing a 50,000-word novel during the month of November. I succeeded, after trying it in 2001 and failing, and ended up with something around 50,002 words. (Seriously, as soon as I saw 50K in sight, I thought, "Let's just wrap up this sucker.") I operated on a principle shared by my friend DJ: ...
(It occurred to me as I was putting away groceries that my relationship with Chapter Nine of the book is somewhat adversarial, and it made me think of the relationship between Kirk and Khan....)ME: Nine, you bloodsucker! You're going to have to do your own dirty work now! Do you hear me? Do you?CHAPTER NINE: Jeffrey! You're still alive, old friend?ME: Still. Old. Friend. You've managed to kill ...
