176

I got my Fat Boy.  It's 176 of 500.  I don't really care that it's a limited edition, all I care about is how it writes.  Being the impatient person I am, I immediately inked it and gave it a quick test.  The thickness of it feels very strange in my hand, but not bad.  I believe it will take a little bit to get used to.  I especially like the rubber rings on the body closest to the nib.  I'll really be able to test it tomorrow when I'm outside and it's hot and I get sweaty hands.  It puts out more ink than my Cross but less than the Lamy, but I won't know if it's going to be a problem until I really sit down and try to write.  

Chapter 9 is moving along nicely and is nearly complete; I might even finish it tonight, but more than likely tomorrow morning.  Chapter 10 puts me at about the half way point but I feel SO far from the halfway point for book one.  I feel like I'm at the quarter point.  The good news is that I figured out what happens after the end of book one.  I mean I already knew, but now I KNOW.

Word of the day:  neuralgia 

Fat Boy

So I bought a Michael's Fat Boy pen.  Seen Here  I LOVE my cross, but after about an hour, my fingers get scrunchy and tight, and all sweaty.  I find myself stopping about every twenty minutes to wiggle and dry.  I'll let you know how it works (it better frickin write the book itself for that money).

Chapter Nine has been going well.  I didn't get to work on it last night due to a new schedule at work, but I'll be hitting it hard tonight.  

I've been really preoccupied with the idea I've tentatively called "Minuet's Song."  It's gone from girl kidnapped by goblins grows up and has own child kidnapped by goblins, into a freakish nightmare where Minuet, pursuing the goblins who stole her child, enters into NearWorld (not the name I'll use) a shadow world right on top of ours where old gods work the registers of dark and dingy Waffle Houses, and the ghoulish Inhabitants of a town in Colorado celebrate Live Guy In Ice day.  It's sort of a Road Trip story gone really really to a really very bad place....but funny.    I'm trying hard not to distract myself, but ideas keep flying around about it.  It is definitely my next novel...and my first one really aimed at my generation.

Word of the day:  wiggle