Back on the novel chain gang, with 445 words on chapter 10. It's not exactly NaNoWriMo speed, but it's not too shabby. I'll have to keep up this pace or more on my writing days to make my next (self-imposed) deadline, given the fact that OryCon and Thanksgiving both fall between now and then.
The short story ended up at 6300 words, which means I wrote 2500 words on Friday, which is huge for me. I'm quite pleased with how it turned out. Unfortunately, this market has a hard limit of 5000 words and I did not have time for an editing pass before sending the story to critique. It will probably be easier to edit it down after it's been critiqued (and has lain fallow for three weeks) anyway. I think there's a certain amount of repetition, duplication, redundancy, and redundancy that can be trimmed, but it might take a bit more than that to get it down to 5000 words. Whatever. I've done this before and I know I can do it again.
Spent much of this weekend at Wordstock, Portland's annual "festival of the book." Attended many readings, some by people you might have heard of, such as Patrick McManus (Never Sniff a Gift Fish) and Peter Sagal (public radio's Wait Wait, Don't Tell Me). All the readings I went to were entertaining, especially the one by Ann Marie Fleming (The Magical Life of Long Tack Sam). Between readings, browsed the booths from local presses (and some not so local), writers' organizations, and bookstores. This year's Wordstock, the third, didn't seem as well organized and didn't have as many big names as previous years, but it wound up being more fun than I'd thought it would be.
I love this town.