Heart of a Slacker, Soul of a Sloth.

So I signed up to do Alison Kent's "Seventy Days of Sweat" writing challenge. Read about it here.

I need motivation like this. Someone -- or something -- to beat me about the head and shoulders so I don't end up writing the last three chapters of both my summer projects five days before their respective due dates.

This is what I'm working on:

First one:
1) Title: Seven Year Ache
2) Hero Name/Occupation: Jamie Crosby/dude ranch owner.
3) Hero Name/Occupation: Rafe McCaffrey/failed country music singer/ranch hand. Yes, this novella has two heroes and no heroine. You do the math. ;)
4) Setting: ranch outside Kalispell, Montana.
5) Length: 5K words down, 25-35K words to go.

Second one:
1) Working Title: Cinderella Blue
2) Hero Name/Occupation: Ty Samuel/casino owner
3) Heroine Name/Occupation: Joni Pruitt/writer
4) Setting: small town in Nevada
5) Length: 25-35K

It's too easy for me to spend the dewy hours of early morning puttering among my petunias, and the humid hours of early afternoon napping in the air-conditioned confines of my king-sized bed. But no more! Two thousand words a day or bust (which will give me time and room to work on the novel-length project I keep avoiding by taking on shorter projects). And anyone who wants to can come around and slap me silly if I give in to my baser nature and fall behind. I'm sick of not having enough time to do a final proofread, much less a decent revision pass. It's stupid, unprofessional, and morally wrong. My editor and readers deserve better. Hell, the stories themselves deserve better.

Besides, there's prizes. We LIKE prizes.

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