Pictures of my work area. It's...enlightening.

I believe that a person's preferred working space and environment says a lot about them. Sometimes it says 'you're crazier than a mad scientist who's just received his electric bill,' but hey, that's still a statement. Because I have access to a camera currently (thank you, Rey) and I like to make sure people know what they're dealing with, I present...

Pictures of my desk.

( Cut because kindness says 'do not force others to behold your crazy without actually agreeing to the activity.' Also because there are several graphics here. )

Word count -- Lycanthropy.

Here go:

Words: 2,320
Total words: 59,020
Reason for stopping: finished chapter twenty-three.
Music: lots of really, really random-ass cover songs.
Lilly: harassing Terence without pause or mercy.

So I was complaining about needing more word count on this book, and talking about how I was going to go back and tweak with things and add more meat to the text. And then? A chapter that wasn't in my outline at all showed up and demanded inclusion. Hello, new chapter. How've you been? Me? Oh, I'm fine. Anyway, I'm back on track with my outline now, although I've managed to add over two thousand words without actually finishing one of the five chapters I have left to go...and that's sort of awesome, since this chapter is wicked-cool and made of win. No shirtless Jason, but still, total win.

The book has some very visible pacing problems, probably because the poor thing has had to deal with me starting and stopping more times than rush hour traffic; it really got caught in an unenviable position on the work-list, first as my backup book during Newsflesh and then as my backup book during the high-octane Toby revisions. Now that it's the primary book, it's like it can't believe I'm not just going to yank the football away again, and I can understand that, really I can. That doesn't change the fact that I'm going to hammer the rest of it like...something that hammers things really, really well, and then I'm going to edit it thoroughly, fix all the pacing problems, and throw a dino dance party like the world has never seen.

I really love my screwed-up little high school lycanthropes. And I can't wait to have them out of my head.