“He collected chickens the way some people collected stamps and coins or the way Death collected souls. He was always a step ahead of Death.” #writing

“She wore her nobility on her head and finger. Everything else about her was crass and debaucherous. Royalty has its privileges and she was royalty with a capital R and small t around four o’clock.” #writing #character

“You have to struggle in life, because you hate dying.” #writing

“Did you ever look in the mirror and wish you looked like Colonel Sanders because you loved chicken? I did. But I hate chicken.” #writing #throwawayline

“Her nostrils exuded a liquid not unlike gelatin which hadn’t set. If anyone were brave enough to taste it, which she did, they would have found it to be more disgusting than lime-flavored gelatin. This made her cry, which just produced more of the substance.” #writing #character #throwawayline

“Each year winds down like an old-timey clock that needs winding. Each year, politicians and stress wind it back up.” #writing #time

“He was a small man. He was lacking in stature, wisdom, honor, honesty, kindness, and manhood. His bravado was the biggest part of him, but that was still as small as he was.” #writing #character

I’m in the middle of this book’s climax. There are some twists and turns that I need to reveal. But I still don’t have a clear picture of how the book ends. Metaphorically speaking, since I have aphantasia and can’t picture anything. #writing #wip #pulp

“The well-motivated murderer, rarely gives up.” #writing

I’ve written 1500 words in the past hour. I think I’ll take a break and do some free-writing at lunch. Then get back to the WIP this afternoon. I want another 1K words. #writing #pulp

“When in doubt, run.” #writing

“Be grateful for the things you don’t have. Your life would be a lot worse.” #writing

Taking a day away from writing. Doing a bit of planning on the next last scenes. I need a sanity break. #writing

“Can I borrow some money? I’m a little short.” “That sounds like a personal problem.” #writing #throwawayline

Another 2.5K words added. I’ve crossed the 40K word mark. Approximately 10K more to go. I’m on track of finishing this draft by EOY. #writing #pulp

Yes, I’m still churning words into buttery thoughts. Well, maybe more like sour curds. #writing

“Fear kills. It forces you to react. Most times someone ends up dead. Fear kills because it keeps you from thinking, not because of the other stuff. It keeps you from seeing the winning hand. You’re always dealt a winning hand. Most people just don’t see it because of the fear.” #writing

Another 1100 words added into the mix today. So far, it’s tasty. Time for a break. #writing

I wrote 2.6K words today. Time to call it a day. #writing

I’m making good progress on writing today before my so-called friends kidnap me for the rest of the day (so-called humor). A total of 1.5K words today. I need another 1K, but first a break. #writing

Right now, I’m leaning toward “The Cat and the Warlock” as a title for my WIP. It’s accurate, but it may lead readers to assume something about the book. #writing

It’s time for a break. 1K words down 1.5K to go today. #writing

“The fog of winter rose from his mouth.” #writing

It’s time to hunker down and write before things get in the way. #writing

Overheard: he laughed as if his hiccoughs had married a witch’s cackle. #writing #character