I wanted to reach out, but I never said a thing

Here's today’s progress on my modern gothic ghost story about the fallout from a school shooting 25 years ago, told from the POV of four survivors - with Bonus! memories both faulty and true, intergenerational violence and grace alike, and a boarded up school with thirty-two ghosts who know something the police never figured out. This bad-boy is one part The Haunting of Hill House, one part The Frighteners, and one part Bowling for Columbine. Wish me luck.

Project: Kill Me Now

Deadline: none ::throws confetti::

New words written: 2232

Present total word count: 25,205

Things accomplished in real life: Walked the dogs; cleaned up NO dog pee after four days in a row of dog pee city, hooray! Lucy is also on a streak; joined a couple of friends for lunch.

Things accomplished in fiction: Established some “difficulties” for one of our heroes, and made plans to reach out to another member of the group; they haven’t seen each other since an awkward AA meeting 15 years ago, but something about the timing feels right.

Darling duJour: Nothing jumps out at me today, sorry.

Other: THE STREAK CONTINUES. I think I’ve figured out how to thread this needle; let’s see if I’m right.

Bonus Other: Hadn’t planned to break for lunch in the middle of the day, but when a buddy runs it up the flagpole on short notice…I’m usually ready to salute. And you know what? I might actually get a little extra word-work done tonight, you never know. I like having a jumpstart on the next day’s count.

Approximate number of fiction words so far this year: 95,749