The wife is off work this weekend, so we’re going to do the marriage thing for a few days. I haven’t seen much of the wife lately. I haven’t’ seen much of anyone lately come to think of it.

I had a panic attack early in the week about the second book, Velocity. Regardless of what’s going on with the search for representation, I had some trouble gaining traction with the writing schedule. The tone of the book was pretty rough to take even for me, which is saying something. One of the things I’ve long been guilty of is projecting scenarios out to the 19th degree. Sure, it’s neat to visualize something to an extreme, but dealing with the volume turned up that high makes for difficult reading. That’s when my writing and editor person butt heads.

We had a few discussions about it, one of them that gave us both a nasty headache. But, with editor person’s last round of suggestions, the novel is now framed right. Now I can build outwards based on a more solid foundation. For anyone keeping score, I’ve got nearly 70 pages.