OvNoWriMo, Day 11

Day 11/25
Daily quota: 2,682/2,000 (and a few extra inserted elsewhere)
Goal: 20,778/50,000

Catching up. This chapter was just ground out; it has no direction, no real theme, just stream of consciousness as I struggle to find something, anything, to write to meet word count.

Filled out the application to get a new merchant account- cross fingers- to accept credit cards again. Took over half an hour to figure out that my attempt to use the fax software on this machine had not messed up the modem; the phone lines were, in fact, dead. A neighbor is clearing land with a bulldozer, and he took out a junction box, knocking out all phones on this side of the highway for about three hours.

Chocolate Milkmaid and Chichi-chan update tomorrow; I'm just too damn tired for it now. More contractors painting tomorrow...

OvNoWriMo, Day 11

Day 11/25
Daily quota: 2,682/2,000 (and a few extra inserted elsewhere)
Goal: 20,778/50,000

Catching up. This chapter was just ground out; it has no direction, no real theme, just stream of consciousness as I struggle to find something, anything, to write to meet word count.

Filled out the application to get a new merchant account- cross fingers- to accept credit cards again. Took over half an hour to figure out that my attempt to use the fax software on this machine had not messed up the modem; the phone lines were, in fact, dead. A neighbor is clearing land with a bulldozer, and he took out a junction box, knocking out all phones on this side of the highway for about three hours.

Chocolate Milkmaid and Chichi-chan update tomorrow; I'm just too damn tired for it now. More contractors painting tomorrow...

OvNoWriMo Day 12; Writer's Roadblock

Day 12/25
Daily quota: 957/2,000 (and a few extra inserted elsewhere)
Goal: 21,792/50,000

I hit a snag during a chapter which begins with a census of Safeharbor- provides a bit of trivia, in interesting ways, to flesh out the setting. Unfortunately I've been going mostly by stream-of-thought so far, and I ran out of probable employments for the colonists of Barnard's Star long before I ran out of presumably employed colonists. The resulting mental crash blocked me for any further writing tonight.

To bed with pen and notebook to brainstorm more things.

Currently Safeharbor has an agricultural settlement with over 250 farmworkers, a bar, a grocery, a general store, a clothier and laundry, a fuel depot and refinery, a tiny school and absurdly tiny college, a secondhand appliances store... haven't added in the private restaurant and public commissary, there's two ideas right there. Elsewhere in the story I've eliminated the possibility of any manufacturing (no metals being mined in system anymore), any police or fire department (and presumably no judges or lawyers either), no glassmakers. The asteroid miners, who form the bulk of the planned chapter, come in later, led by their short, fat, indomitable, insufferable union leader.

(And unions are illegal under Authority regulations. Very very illegal. Oops.)

Anyway, if you have other ideas for things which would employ the outer space equivalent of a boom town gone way bust- the system total population is just north of 2500, fewer than 100 kids under 18, 260-odd farmers and a bit more than a hundred miners- let me know.

Oh, wait, I should point out: Safeharbor is a space station, not a planet. There's no Earth-type planet in the system. Space ranchers are right out.

OvNoWriMo Day 12; Writer's Roadblock

Day 12/25
Daily quota: 957/2,000 (and a few extra inserted elsewhere)
Goal: 21,792/50,000

I hit a snag during a chapter which begins with a census of Safeharbor- provides a bit of trivia, in interesting ways, to flesh out the setting. Unfortunately I've been going mostly by stream-of-thought so far, and I ran out of probable employments for the colonists of Barnard's Star long before I ran out of presumably employed colonists. The resulting mental crash blocked me for any further writing tonight.

To bed with pen and notebook to brainstorm more things.

Currently Safeharbor has an agricultural settlement with over 250 farmworkers, a bar, a grocery, a general store, a clothier and laundry, a fuel depot and refinery, a tiny school and absurdly tiny college, a secondhand appliances store... haven't added in the private restaurant and public commissary, there's two ideas right there. Elsewhere in the story I've eliminated the possibility of any manufacturing (no metals being mined in system anymore), any police or fire department (and presumably no judges or lawyers either), no glassmakers. The asteroid miners, who form the bulk of the planned chapter, come in later, led by their short, fat, indomitable, insufferable union leader.

(And unions are illegal under Authority regulations. Very very illegal. Oops.)

Anyway, if you have other ideas for things which would employ the outer space equivalent of a boom town gone way bust- the system total population is just north of 2500, fewer than 100 kids under 18, 260-odd farmers and a bit more than a hundred miners- let me know.

Oh, wait, I should point out: Safeharbor is a space station, not a planet. There's no Earth-type planet in the system. Space ranchers are right out.