I have some fun news regarding At Any Cost, the story that was planned to be a novella on the blog. In writing it for NaNoWriMo (or trying to, anyway), it looks like this is going to be a full-length novel!
So what does that mean? For starters, it’ll mean editing, formatting, and getting a spiffy cover that I didn’t slap together in Canva. There will also be an ultra-short preorder period where it will be $0.99 and I’ll be sure and let you know then.
Because y’all have stuck with me and put up with the fact that half the time I don’t talk about writing on here, I still plan on putting chapters up on the blog starting December 5th! There will be one chapter a week on Wednesdays right up until the book releases, but you’ll have to be sure and grab it at the sale price to read the ending. Like I said, fun! This is partially because the chapters are longer than the ones from Absence of Intellect, so by the time the book releases, you’ll have gotten to read a pretty good chunk of it and have an idea if you’re going to like it or not.
I hope you’ll enjoy the book and my weird little plan. This book has turned out to be a lot more interesting than I expected and my characters have a mind of their own, so I’m excited to have it out in the world as a full-length book.
I am incredibly sore. It’s been more than a week since this half-triumph, half-fiasco, and I’m somehow still exhausted.
It all started when I had to work the morning of the race. I was tired and barely had time to run home after my shift to put on my race clothes, so when Amanda got to my place to ride to Dallas I was already tired. Amanda, on the other hand, was extremely cheerful (as seen to your left).
In an attempt to stave off the pain I was starting to feel from being on my feet for five hours, I took a number of ibuprofen and tucked more of them in my water pack, which actually had two coconut waters instead. I cannot stand drinking Nuun electrolytes on the course so I packed my own, along with enough Gu to keep a hummingbird at top speed.
I was terrified from the moment I got to the starting line, but somehow I still held out hope things would go my way. I had been advised by Amanda to cut it short if I was hurting and I was planning on finishing the half marathon and 10K and doing just that. The race started and I stood with the 3 hour pacers, hoping no one would ask why someone with a triple challenge bib was so far at the back. Not wanting to give up, I decided to give it my all.
As much as I wanted to believe I would somehow be able to triumph over the pain in my hip and my lack of training (mostly caused by said hip), it quickly became apparent that this wasn’t going to be the night I finished the entirety of the Skyline Challenge. I finished the half marathon with my knee quivering, my hip screaming at me, and everything pointing to my hitting the ground. I went back out onto the course after taking more ibuprofen, but when I came to the turnaround I decided that I wasn’t going for the 10K. I took the turn and made it back to the finish line feeling as if I was literally about to fall asleep on my feet. I staggered to the medal table and picked up my half marathon and 5K medals, then staggered to the Trinity River Run table to get my bonus medal. You see, the Skyline Challenge is running two or more races so I still got the extra medal.
I caught up with Amanda in my car and we took this quick selfie before I started driving us home. She was very cold and I was completely exhausted so we were a real pair. I was so glad to have her company on the drive home. Talking to her kept me awake and by the time I got close enough to my bed to fall into it I was ready to sleep for 12 hours.
When I woke up again, it had actually been 12 hours and I was able to fully admire my new medals. Amusingly enough, when I originally signed up for this, I wanted to do the half + 5K before a small hiccup came along and put me into all three. So I achieved my goal after all, and 16.3 miles is nothing to sneeze at.
It’s the final countdown (80’s synth sounds go here)!
I crushed it last weekend with a 5K day and a 3K day to put me over the top and into winner land. Unfortunately, since then I’ve kind of let the story languish. I really need to finish it, though. I have a book to edit, an entirely different book to write before November (!!!) and I really need to re-edit my Spring 2019 book.
I had a great weekend last weekend and while I won’t hit 40K, I still did the thing. I’ll write a debriefing on August 1st and hopefully have some fun news this week!
Once upon a time I had an idea for a project. It didn’t pan out. Then I started writing a novella-thing, and it’s taken on a life of its own. That’s the way a NaNo month goes, and certainly the way mine has gone. Big surprise, my work never quite wants to go as planned. It’s obnoxious that way.
This week has been epic. I’m not only caught up, I’m way ahead of schedule. There have been a couple of days where I haven’t gotten much written, but I have made up for it on other days. And! I had a 5K day! 5034 Sunday, which was nothing short of a miracle. I’m hoping to get another 5K day this weekend, and I only have 9K left before I make my goal! I’m so excited!
My story won’t be complete at 30K, it seems. I’m obviously going to keep writing until the end of the month even after I win and see exactly how much I can do before I have to slide under the pile of edits again and work on a different project, and work on major plotting for yet another project. It’s too much for one woman to deal with at one time when I’m also running, working, and trying to watch every bad horror movie known to man. Netflix has a lot of them. I’m going to have to really work at it.
I swear, the worst feeling in the world is that I’ve wasted my day off. The other day at work was crazy, and I was looking forward to having the day off the next day. I planned to go to the gym and do my swim-spin-run combo, finish the outline for my winter project, and maybe start working on the second draft of my current project. Oh, and watch Donnie Darko, which was just put on Netflix and which I haven’t seen in almost 10 years.
Unfortunately, my brain had a different plan for me.
I’ve dealt with migraine headaches since I was 5 years old and was actually hospitalized because they were so severe the docs thought I had a brain tumor. Turns out it was just migraines! They were much worse when I was younger, to the point where I used to have to carry an Imitrex injectable with me to class because I couldn’t commute back home if I had a migraine. Oh, then there was the time my ex-husband and the choir director had to carry me back to the bus in Mexico because I had one so bad I was getting shutter vision! Good times.
So when I woke up at 3:30 this morning with a migraine bad enough for me to feel nauseous, I knew the day had gone sideways. It was one of those migraines where every time your head throbs it feels like an ice pick stabbing through your skull, and I resigned myself to taking one of my Fiorinal and laying down on an ice pack. Then I tried to go back to sleep in the vain hope I could get up and run. That was a big old “nope” because my head hurt so badly that I couldn’t sleep. The bottle says 1 to 2 capsules of Fiorinal so I took a second one and got a fresh ice pack about an hour later. Luckily, my freezer is filled with ice packs for just such an occasion.
Finally, around 8:00 I was able to concentrate enough to be bored by Twitter but my headache still wouldn’t let me write. I did the rational thing and downloaded a crossword puzzle app on my phone and proceeded to blow through a number of easy puzzles. It was enjoyable, and another round of medication, a meal, eleven hours and a forbidden Dr. Pepper later, the headache was starting to fade. I did another crossword and sat down to work on my outline, certain that if I was able to finish it my day off wouldn’t be completely wasted…only to find that I’d already finished it and don’t remember anything about it.